Almost everything in this story belongs to Blizzard Entertainment, though most of the characters are made-up and the storyline was created by me.
Magister Lathis Firehand pulled down his hood as he entered Murder Row. He grinned as he slipped past the shady dealers and the other unscrupulous denizens of the alley. He'd dismissed his personal escort earlier, sending them to the bar with a bag of gold coins. They wouldn't be looking for him for hours.
He turned his head, and spotted the lady he'd come here to meet. She was standing in an alley between two large buildings, and forced a smile as he approached. That didn't bother him. She didn't like him, but he didn't care – she needed the money he paid her for her services. In fact, he'd killed a few of her other customers to keep her reliant on him.
The magister slipped around the corner and into the alley. He grinned lecherously at the lady, and reached out to grab her arm.
Suddenly, the lady looked up, and her eyes widened. In less than a second, a weight crashed down on the magister's shoulders and a burning pain erupted in his back. He stumbled forward a step, fumbled feebly to pull the dagger out of his back, and collapsed, rolling over to catch a glimpse of a black-clad figure before he was engulfed in blackness.
The lady managed not to scream. She'd seen worse killings than this in her profession, and had been robbed at knifepoint several times. The black-clad figure rummaged in the dead magister's pockets, and pulled out three large bags of coins, weighing them in her hand for a second before turning to look at the other lady.
The lady quickly pulled out her coin purse and held it out, trembling slightly. The black-clad figure regarded the offering for a second before tossing one of her coin purses over.
The figure grinned beneath her mask. "Keep the change."