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the final rest is aquired with vengeance.



Seriale was staring at the fire in the Pony... then a familiar voice sounded behind his left shoulder... the voice, of a murderer. Samfin... Killed of Dalgaroth... a friend of Seraile...

He could feel his heart beating in a controlled manned, his hands flexing, attempting to controll himself.. not to lose it... it must be done in a clean way... but of course they will find him.. its always him they go to... thats why they killed Dalgaroth... Because the fools were mistaken on who killed Goddefrid.. captain of the Trestlebridge guard...

Seraile stood up in a controlled manner... walking over to samfinin the corner...fool... thought Seraile... hes got himself trapped...

Flexing his thumb... the blade sprang out of his glove.. his invention.. he is his own creator... and he felt the blade sink into Samfrin's stomach... he would die of course.. but remain alive long enough to suffer Seraile's anger...

The man collapes, but Seraile stopped him from falling by slinging him over his shoulders... he got out of the back door and climbed with ease on the roof of the famous in... dropping the man on the floor when he got to the top.

"GET UP!" shouted Seraile, kicking the man in the ribs... his anger uncontrollable...

He grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and pulled him up on his feet...eading to the front part of the roof, just above the front entrance.. everyone was there... they couldn't see him, but he could see them... supporting Samfrin on his feet he whispered in his ear, a cold, fearless and deadly voice...

"Observe what you have brought upon yourself... the end of your life marred in pain and your own suffering...now tell me... Do you fear death?..."

Samfrin answered in a shaking but strong voice "No..."

the cold voice came back "Good... as you have a few moments to see the people you love.. looking at you down there... looking at you ..broken....dying...."

And with that.. Seraile used his dagger to pierce the man's lungs, and letting him slide gracefully off the blades and onto the courtyard below, glimpsing the people around him in the last couple of moments in his life...