Role

Chapter 2

The dark traveller.
Added Sat Mar 20 14:55:30 2010 at level 23:

A few weeks had passed, with the money from the dwarves dwindling it was time
once more. Lasentia nodded to her three companions as they darted off into
the woods. She would find a suitable site close enough to the road to set up,
knowing they would never be far from her side. She found a small cleared spot
surrounded by tall trees near the crossroads sure enough to attract attention
of a weary traveler, it would have to do though it was a bit too frequently
traveled for her taste.

As the setting sun's light faded into the blackness of night she took a
moment to glance upwards. No moonlight, a new moon it seemed. She began
singing softly to herself, watching th dance of the campfire's flames almost
in rhythm with her voice. As she sang she glanced up to the trees, a small
smile playing across her face as she continued her soft song. .A fine voice
you have, elf.. Lasentia's eyes darted to her left to see a figure dressed in
dark clothing, without missing a note. "Sorry to interrupt, but I saw the
fire and wished a moment to rest my legs, if you would not mind of course."

Lasentia nodded to him in approval. As he walked near the fire she thought
she caught sight of something in the shadows behind him, but if she had she
could not tell for sure if it was real or imagined, an illusion of the
firelight. "I do appreciate the song, but come, take a moments rest and sit
with me, perhaps enjoy a drink." His voice was warm, friendly even, and
without a thought as to why she ceased her singing and walked over to the
fire as the man sat down and leaned against a nearby rock and opened a bottle
of some liquid. "You know, it's nice to see an elven woman out here, the
roads can be rather lonely at times." The man smiled at her as he offered the
bottle of wine, she could not help smiling back as she accepted. They passed
some time speaking, before the man's eyes drew closed and he finally fell
asleep.

She stood up and stretched a moment before looking once more at the man, who
was sleeping peacefully against a rock. A job was a job and this man, however
nice he had been, still had a few things she could see that might be worth a
fair bit. As she drew close she stretched out a hand to lift the man's purse.
An unfamiliar voice whispered from behind her into her ear "Savor these
moments elf, for they will be your last." Her eyes widened as the burning
sensation of an iron blade's tip pressed against her back and she saw the
man's mouth curl into a malicious grin, his eyes never opening.