The Summermist Murders

The contract is fulfilled. Five guests, five fatalities; that simple. The first was the soldier, slain in cold blood; the strong and experienced warrior put down in his bed as easily as done to an ailing pet. None of them slept a wink afterwards.

Next went the drunkard barbarian from the north after issuing a challenge, saying that the mysterious assassin would have to go through him to get the girl; I accepted, and circled behind him so swiftly that he probably never even realized I'd moved. I'm sure he saw the floor, however, just before Death took him.

Third was the wretched old woman, struck down before the fireplace so that perhaps the flames would warm her cold, dead heart and shake the frost of greed. Otherwise the fire of damnation surely would, but far too late for any hope of "redemption".

In fourth was the nobleman, so rich and vain that I still wonder what he was doing in that house of doomed denizens. Regardless, he had to be next for he had grown suspicious and cast me wary glares whenever I neared. I struck him so hard that his body landed a scant foot from the barbarian's.

Finally, there was the girl. She was so sweet and so naïve that, even when we were the last and there was undoubtedly no question in her mind as to who I was, she still pleaded with me to save her. She waited at the top of the stairs, trembling like the flame of a candle as I tied on my hood and went to snuff her out. It was easy for both of us.

Now I retire to my shadowed lair, to receive payment for this contract and meditate peacefully until the next one.

When I will see you later.

Author's Note: This is just a short, disturbing little one-shot I thought up right after I completed the quest-in-question. Not too brilliant or involving, but I think it conveys the feelings behind the assassination quite well. Still, it's rather pointless.