bounty hunter
Glitsy eyes followed the intruder,
He, walking with apparent ease
Not aware of the danger that followed.
She, hidden in the shadows,
Black widow spider,
Ready to pounce
On her prey.
Brie drew her weapon, ready to spring on the unexpecting intruder. He was clearly oblivious, even though he had committed a considerable crime. The traitor was unaware of the danger hidden in the small cantina. He stepped up to the bar and ordered a drink, his recent treason not well on his mind.
The woman smoothly made her way to the bar, keeping her pistol hidden beneath the folds of her seductive apparel. She could feel the rich fabric, smooth against her coarse skin. She had been through this routine so many times, it would be easy to carry about her work unnoticed.
There was a commotion by the door. Two young, armored men had just entered, and were surveying the room with interest. Brie could easily tell they were bounty hunters. She had done this too many times. Unnerved, the man looked away from his drink: an unwise choice. She could tell he was getting increasingly more suspicious. She had to act quick, and be careful.
Satisfied, she drew her hand away from his goblet. At last, he brought his attention back to his drink, trying to immerse himself in the dark liquid. After a few minutes, Brie could tell he was already promised to hell. She didn't even try to disguise herself as she watched his eyes glaze over.
She was an expert when dealing with potions and the sort. It was her kind of thing. You couldn't help being evil with a talent like that. As a paid assassin, she knew just how to get rid of people. Andrave Constantina had met his match.
The two bounty hunters continued through the crowded cantina. It was dark, but they could still see well. Digory watched his partner make his way towards the bar. He, however, wished to remain sober. They still had to find a certain person, and their client was desperate to find him before someone else did.
A golden glimmer caught his eye. He saw a young woman, veiled, as was the custom, reaching out an arm to drop a resin tablet in the unguarded goblet of a feeble old man. The man was staring out into the crowd, wary of something, yet, Digory thought, danger was just behind his back. He could not help but feel amused, until, studying the man's face a little more closely, he recognized his as Andrave Constantina, their informant.
Digory tore off his helmet, looking around wildly. Borga'an was at the bar, occupied with another lady, and obviously too full of drinks. Digory let out a shrill whistle, calling the foolish older man to his side. He then increased his speed, desperately trying to reach the man before the poison could begin its effects.
Inside, Digory cursed the foolish man, for being so vulnerable. You should never leave your glass unguarded, especially in a place such as this. Still pushing aside members of the crowd, Digory refocused his attention on the assassin. Who was she? Her face was in the shadows, still, but she was not new at this game.
Digory noticed that the woman did not care about hiding herself now. He was beyond death, and Digory knew it. Still, he would not call out to the man, in fear that the woman would be scared away. Borga'an was still occupied with the woman, and Digory reminded himself to deal with him later.
Brie was satisfied as the man sunk down in his chair. Still, there was a disruption in the force. Brie could sense it. Something was wrong, very wrong. She could hear a man pushing through the crowd, not far away. She decided that her job was done, and that if she wanted to avoid an encounter with someone else, that she needed to leave.
Glitsy eyes followed the intruder,
He, walking with apparent ease
Not aware of the danger that followed.
She, hidden in the shadows,
Black widow spider,
Ready to pounce
On her prey.
Brie drew her weapon, ready to spring on the unexpecting intruder. He was clearly oblivious, even though he had committed a considerable crime. The traitor was unaware of the danger hidden in the small cantina. He stepped up to the bar and ordered a drink, his recent treason not well on his mind.
The woman smoothly made her way to the bar, keeping her pistol hidden beneath the folds of her seductive apparel. She could feel the rich fabric, smooth against her coarse skin. She had been through this routine so many times, it would be easy to carry about her work unnoticed.
There was a commotion by the door. Two young, armored men had just entered, and were surveying the room with interest. Brie could easily tell they were bounty hunters. She had done this too many times. Unnerved, the man looked away from his drink: an unwise choice. She could tell he was getting increasingly more suspicious. She had to act quick, and be careful.
Satisfied, she drew her hand away from his goblet. At last, he brought his attention back to his drink, trying to immerse himself in the dark liquid. After a few minutes, Brie could tell he was already promised to hell. She didn't even try to disguise herself as she watched his eyes glaze over.
She was an expert when dealing with potions and the sort. It was her kind of thing. You couldn't help being evil with a talent like that. As a paid assassin, she knew just how to get rid of people. Andrave Constantina had met his match.
The two bounty hunters continued through the crowded cantina. It was dark, but they could still see well. Digory watched his partner make his way towards the bar. He, however, wished to remain sober. They still had to find a certain person, and their client was desperate to find him before someone else did.
A golden glimmer caught his eye. He saw a young woman, veiled, as was the custom, reaching out an arm to drop a resin tablet in the unguarded goblet of a feeble old man. The man was staring out into the crowd, wary of something, yet, Digory thought, danger was just behind his back. He could not help but feel amused, until, studying the man's face a little more closely, he recognized his as Andrave Constantina, their informant.
Digory tore off his helmet, looking around wildly. Borga'an was at the bar, occupied with another lady, and obviously too full of drinks. Digory let out a shrill whistle, calling the foolish older man to his side. He then increased his speed, desperately trying to reach the man before the poison could begin its effects.
Inside, Digory cursed the foolish man, for being so vulnerable. You should never leave your glass unguarded, especially in a place such as this. Still pushing aside members of the crowd, Digory refocused his attention on the assassin. Who was she? Her face was in the shadows, still, but she was not new at this game.
Digory noticed that the woman did not care about hiding herself now. He was beyond death, and Digory knew it. Still, he would not call out to the man, in fear that the woman would be scared away. Borga'an was still occupied with the woman, and Digory reminded himself to deal with him later.
Brie was satisfied as the man sunk down in his chair. Still, there was a disruption in the force. Brie could sense it. Something was wrong, very wrong. She could hear a man pushing through the crowd, not far away. She decided that her job was done, and that if she wanted to avoid an encounter with someone else, that she needed to leave.