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Assassin's Tea Party
Submitted by Castien on January 6, 2012 - 5:44pm
May the road rise up to meet you
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.
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.
