It was a rare sighting of Lilly in the Red Dragon Inn, her usual haunts weren't calling to her that night so she tried out the main event of Rhy'din. She managed to pick a time or perhaps it was the day that the place was almost deserted, the large common room occupied by herself and one other person.
She had struck up a conversation with the man, it seemed silly to both remain in the room without speaking and found his company to be pleasing enough. They spoke about frivolities, the subjects of favor when in a bar, and drank some of the finer brews that were available.
"So what is it that you do when you aren't chatting up strangers at a bar, Lilly?" The mans name was Luke, and his voice was silky smooth and could melt butter if he tried.
"I'm a package delivery specialist." She said without missing a beat, bringing the special Autumn brew up for another sip, it had hints of some spice she couldn't identify but found interesting and delicious.
"Package delivery specialist' Forgive me for saying so but you don't look like a delivery man." He chuckled softly.
"I should hope I don't look like a man." She paused a beat to allow him to chuckle at the joke and then continued. "It's a job, it pays well enough to get me by and during the holidays people really look forward to seeing you show up." It was a cover story she used often, it explained why she was always traveling and it she was delivering something, a death blow but still, it worked.
"Still, tell me Lilly, what is it that you do?" She didn't notice the shift in his voice, and perhaps given the reputation of Rhy'din for its magic users and Gods she should have been more cautious about what topics she allowed the conversation to drift toward. Before she knew what was happening she was speaking. "I'm a contract assassin, my government gets me jobs and I execute them, the pun may or may not be intended."
She heard the words come out of her mouth and realized that the man had used some form of magic to get her to speak the truth. It was possible he saw a hint of sorrow in her green-ish eyes the moment before her dagger sank to its hilt in his chest. He wouldn't have had the time to process it as she followed up the blow by slipping behind him and running a second dagger across his throat, cutting deeply enough that it nearly severed his head from his body. One couldn't be too careful when dealing with a magic user and she didn't know the extent of his powers so taking the head off was the most efficient way of making sure the man would actually die.
There was blood, a lot of it and she quickly gathered the mans limp form in her arms and took it upstairs to an unoccupied room. She finished the removal of the head, there would be no easy regeneration from that and cut out his heart, she'd take that with her just in case. She cleaned herself up, found some unused clothing in the closet and put them on, the bloodied clothes would find a fire soon enough.
Moving down the stairs she went to the bar where they had been sitting and cleaned the bottles and glasses up. There was a strange lack of blood and, despite the urgency to leave, she couldn't help but test a theory. Taking her dagger out she slit a shallow cut along her arm and let the blood drop down onto the ancient oak of the bar. It soaked it up greedily and in under a minute there was no trace of it anywhere. "Is that how you rebuild yourself when people are destructive" Interesting." She patted the bar. "You keep my secret and I'll keep yours."
One last sweep was made to erase any traces that she'd been there and she was back out on the streets and heading for the docks, that was a good place to dispose of things. It would be awhile before she ventured into the Inn again, and next time it would be with some magic resistance gear. "Silly men, should never force a woman to reveal secrets she doesn't want to reveal. Next he probably was going to ask my age or weight. Absolutely unacceptable.? The words swallowed up by the shadows she walked through and out of sight.
She had struck up a conversation with the man, it seemed silly to both remain in the room without speaking and found his company to be pleasing enough. They spoke about frivolities, the subjects of favor when in a bar, and drank some of the finer brews that were available.
"So what is it that you do when you aren't chatting up strangers at a bar, Lilly?" The mans name was Luke, and his voice was silky smooth and could melt butter if he tried.
"I'm a package delivery specialist." She said without missing a beat, bringing the special Autumn brew up for another sip, it had hints of some spice she couldn't identify but found interesting and delicious.
"Package delivery specialist' Forgive me for saying so but you don't look like a delivery man." He chuckled softly.
"I should hope I don't look like a man." She paused a beat to allow him to chuckle at the joke and then continued. "It's a job, it pays well enough to get me by and during the holidays people really look forward to seeing you show up." It was a cover story she used often, it explained why she was always traveling and it she was delivering something, a death blow but still, it worked.
"Still, tell me Lilly, what is it that you do?" She didn't notice the shift in his voice, and perhaps given the reputation of Rhy'din for its magic users and Gods she should have been more cautious about what topics she allowed the conversation to drift toward. Before she knew what was happening she was speaking. "I'm a contract assassin, my government gets me jobs and I execute them, the pun may or may not be intended."
She heard the words come out of her mouth and realized that the man had used some form of magic to get her to speak the truth. It was possible he saw a hint of sorrow in her green-ish eyes the moment before her dagger sank to its hilt in his chest. He wouldn't have had the time to process it as she followed up the blow by slipping behind him and running a second dagger across his throat, cutting deeply enough that it nearly severed his head from his body. One couldn't be too careful when dealing with a magic user and she didn't know the extent of his powers so taking the head off was the most efficient way of making sure the man would actually die.
There was blood, a lot of it and she quickly gathered the mans limp form in her arms and took it upstairs to an unoccupied room. She finished the removal of the head, there would be no easy regeneration from that and cut out his heart, she'd take that with her just in case. She cleaned herself up, found some unused clothing in the closet and put them on, the bloodied clothes would find a fire soon enough.
Moving down the stairs she went to the bar where they had been sitting and cleaned the bottles and glasses up. There was a strange lack of blood and, despite the urgency to leave, she couldn't help but test a theory. Taking her dagger out she slit a shallow cut along her arm and let the blood drop down onto the ancient oak of the bar. It soaked it up greedily and in under a minute there was no trace of it anywhere. "Is that how you rebuild yourself when people are destructive" Interesting." She patted the bar. "You keep my secret and I'll keep yours."
One last sweep was made to erase any traces that she'd been there and she was back out on the streets and heading for the docks, that was a good place to dispose of things. It would be awhile before she ventured into the Inn again, and next time it would be with some magic resistance gear. "Silly men, should never force a woman to reveal secrets she doesn't want to reveal. Next he probably was going to ask my age or weight. Absolutely unacceptable.? The words swallowed up by the shadows she walked through and out of sight.