The eveinng had settled over Breeland, Milcroft was tending to his horse outside the Prancing pony, he had spent a good few hours in hte Inn, talking and drinking with friends and all kinds of people when he hears a voice and looks towards where it came from, a woman, in hood was standing a few feet from him and his steed as he looked at her she asked what he was up to, he replied that he was tending ot his horse and so did the two start to talk.
She seemed to be friendly in his eyes, she was friendly he thought, as she pushed herself to him and he could not help but to let his arms around her as they talked more, she asked what he was prepared to give up to spend sometime with her, he would give anything up.
Thats when that flash of pain came...she had hidden a blade behind his back, a dagger that now were driven into his stomach, not once but several times as she gazed at him, calling him a foolish man, his hands slid over her front as he sank ot his knees, gasping for breath, the pain had overtaken him, the blood gushed out of him he felt, running over his body under his clothes as the woman kicked him to his back and wandered off, he layed there, seeing his life passing infront of his eyes, he felt the ring on his finger, smiled for himself for a moment before he closed his eyes, never to open them again.
A life that had started in Elthengles ended in Bree, a local in Bree found him but it was too late, Milcroft was already dead, the man looked around not knowing what to do before the steed came over and placed itself next to Mil, the man sighed and dragged the body of Milcroft onto the horse, the horse looekd to the man as the man led it away. Milcroft were still holding his ring.
