Assassin's Tea Party
It was hard, sometimes, to explain to people who were so used to seeing what they were fighting that shadows could be deadly. More deadly than the standard Knight or monster with brute strength. The bumps in the night, the rustling in the leaves, the creak of an old staircase at night. Being afraid of the dark was something that mothers tried to work out of their children when they were still elflings. It worked too well for some.
May the wind be ever at your back
In this line of work, the less known you were, the better. He and Asarel understood each other. They weren’t friends, they weren’t enemies. They were just... guys, and they treated each other like one would a strange animal. Distance and respect.
May the sun shine warm upon your face
Lilliana was.. young. Young, and untested. Her ascent to nobility had come with a steep learning curve, and it was starting to dawn on her. She had been trained as a Knight. Knights had a nasty habit of taunting things that they wanted to have the attention of. Occasionally, this would kill the Knight. What Lilliana had forgotten to account for was the other people that she now had to keep in mind. Everyone underneath her could suffer because of a simple slip on her part...
… And now they were.
She had taunted a dangerous thing, and then tried to smack it on the nose like a disobedient puppy. She had forgotten the people below her. Here, in the shadows, the monsters in the wings would take notice. Asarel was going to have to teach her a lesson, for his sake, the Duchess’ sake, and the sake of his lover to keep those monsters at bay.
May the rain fall softly on your fields
Here he was, caught in the crossfire. Lilliana had been apologizing non-stop. She understood, at least she said she did, how much she had crossed a line. She was sorry for putting her people in danger. She was not sorry for incurring the wrath of a sleeping dragon. She was worried about her people, and had pulled in extra hands to combat that what she could not see, or know. He really hoped that she would learn from this, like she said she was going to.
There were too many elflings in the pool. Too many elfings that didn’t, or couldn’t, understand the grand scheme of the problem at hand. Someone was going to get themselves killed before too long. Part of his job was to keep that from happening, no matter the cost.
And until we meet again, may your path be blessed
He put down his rosary after his prayer. It was an old thing and had tarnished from it’s years on the sea, around his mother’s neck. Soon, he, Asarel, and Kharris had a lunch date in the hopes that this mess could be solved civilly and with minimal bloodshed. One assassin to another.