"Yes, my lord." Storm said, confidently as she bowed to the man who had
just commissioned for her to judge Kelandry of Mindelan. Three thousand
gold nobles just to get rid of a girl, and 1/3 of it up front. She
sauntered out of the room, tossing the bag of gold from one hand to
another. She would be eating a fine meal tonight and she could start
working on her disguise tonight.
It was close to 5 years since the last time she was in Tortall, and now she was 17. She had heard nothing of the 3rd year page that was a girl. So she, a seasoned assassin, was off to judge and possibly kill as thirteen-year- old kid. She smiled grimly and snuck into The Shadows' camp. She crept up behind Taser and pulled her knife out to her friend's neck.
"Do you see what happens when you don't have anyone scouting?" She asked, pressing the dull side of the blade into Taser's throat.
"Your friend sneaks up on you and puts a blade to you?" Taser asked. Storm laughed and placed her dagger back into its sheath.
"I've a job for the two of us, Taser.and Misha, if he wants to." Storm helped herself to a plate of the stew they had over the fire. She sat and looked around for the rest of her friends. Loyalty and Gaunt were off working a thief job and Frindley was somewhere with his sweetheart, Creea. Seven was fletching some arrows and Mikhail was lounged across the log he was sitting on. "In Tortall."
"What's the pay?" Taser asked, eyeing the bag. "And what kind of job?"
"Pay is 3 thousand gold nobles.one now, and two more if we kill the girl. Assassination. Kelandry of Mindelan has been judged guilty by Lord Joren and her verdict has been passed to me."
"So we're taking you home, then?" Mikhail brushed his sandy hair from his green eyes and reached over, pulling Storm into his lap. She giggled, swatting at his roaming hands.
"Of course." She kissed her lover gently.
She didn't love Mikhail, no. But sometimes when her lonely life got to hard to bear, he was always there to comfort her. And for that, she had a special place in her heart for him.
Mikhail was gorgeous, with his high cheekbones and 'boy-next-door' look. Girls were constantly fawning over him. In taverns, the serving girls had no problem letting their oversized parts fall out of their shirts when serving him. Flower girls had no problem climbing into his lap as he sat. Wealthy women had no problem throwing him bits of money for a romp with the 19-year-old man.
But Mikhail chose Storm. He had even told her several times that he loved her, even though she didn't feel the same way. He made sure that on cold nights, she was warm, when she was hungry, she had food. He made sure that when she was sad, she had a shoulder to cry on. He made sure that she was loved.
"So when do we leave?" Taser asked, pulling herself up from her seat. "I hope soon, because Loya and Gaunt will have finished their job by now and we need to get away from here.The Copper Isles won't be safe for us to work for a while."
"I wanted to leave tonight, or tomorrow morning." Storm answered, running her fingered through her hair. "I figured that they would be done."
"I think we deserve to have a celebration!" Seven suddenly announce from his corner. "I say we all head down to the closest pub and drink ourselves into a stupor. Couldn't we, please?" He asked, looking up with his large brown puppy-dog eyes.
"Yes, please?" Loya asked, following Gaunt into the camp. "We've got the nobles for the job and I think it's about time we can get stupidly drunk again. I'll pay."
"Then I guess we should go then, shouldn't we?" Storm laughed, wrapping her arms around Mikhail's neck. "Come, my Misha. I believe that there is a large amount of Vodka that has my name on it."
It was close to 5 years since the last time she was in Tortall, and now she was 17. She had heard nothing of the 3rd year page that was a girl. So she, a seasoned assassin, was off to judge and possibly kill as thirteen-year- old kid. She smiled grimly and snuck into The Shadows' camp. She crept up behind Taser and pulled her knife out to her friend's neck.
"Do you see what happens when you don't have anyone scouting?" She asked, pressing the dull side of the blade into Taser's throat.
"Your friend sneaks up on you and puts a blade to you?" Taser asked. Storm laughed and placed her dagger back into its sheath.
"I've a job for the two of us, Taser.and Misha, if he wants to." Storm helped herself to a plate of the stew they had over the fire. She sat and looked around for the rest of her friends. Loyalty and Gaunt were off working a thief job and Frindley was somewhere with his sweetheart, Creea. Seven was fletching some arrows and Mikhail was lounged across the log he was sitting on. "In Tortall."
"What's the pay?" Taser asked, eyeing the bag. "And what kind of job?"
"Pay is 3 thousand gold nobles.one now, and two more if we kill the girl. Assassination. Kelandry of Mindelan has been judged guilty by Lord Joren and her verdict has been passed to me."
"So we're taking you home, then?" Mikhail brushed his sandy hair from his green eyes and reached over, pulling Storm into his lap. She giggled, swatting at his roaming hands.
"Of course." She kissed her lover gently.
She didn't love Mikhail, no. But sometimes when her lonely life got to hard to bear, he was always there to comfort her. And for that, she had a special place in her heart for him.
Mikhail was gorgeous, with his high cheekbones and 'boy-next-door' look. Girls were constantly fawning over him. In taverns, the serving girls had no problem letting their oversized parts fall out of their shirts when serving him. Flower girls had no problem climbing into his lap as he sat. Wealthy women had no problem throwing him bits of money for a romp with the 19-year-old man.
But Mikhail chose Storm. He had even told her several times that he loved her, even though she didn't feel the same way. He made sure that on cold nights, she was warm, when she was hungry, she had food. He made sure that when she was sad, she had a shoulder to cry on. He made sure that she was loved.
"So when do we leave?" Taser asked, pulling herself up from her seat. "I hope soon, because Loya and Gaunt will have finished their job by now and we need to get away from here.The Copper Isles won't be safe for us to work for a while."
"I wanted to leave tonight, or tomorrow morning." Storm answered, running her fingered through her hair. "I figured that they would be done."
"I think we deserve to have a celebration!" Seven suddenly announce from his corner. "I say we all head down to the closest pub and drink ourselves into a stupor. Couldn't we, please?" He asked, looking up with his large brown puppy-dog eyes.
"Yes, please?" Loya asked, following Gaunt into the camp. "We've got the nobles for the job and I think it's about time we can get stupidly drunk again. I'll pay."
"Then I guess we should go then, shouldn't we?" Storm laughed, wrapping her arms around Mikhail's neck. "Come, my Misha. I believe that there is a large amount of Vodka that has my name on it."
