Seraile sat on the roof, looking down, looking rahter relaxed, with his eyes closed his hood covering them the mask pulled down just below his chin, then he suddeny opened his eyes, he had heard what he wanted to hear....
He stared up at the pale silver moon, counting in his head, he had planned this... it would not fail...
Looking down he saw him.. a man, very large... so large the golden buttons on his shirt were taking a fair amount of strain, he was wearing a thick golden chain around his neck, and in his hand a small leather pouch tinkling with coins and in the other a roll of parchment...
Seraile snarled, hate bubbling up for the man from his heart, they trusted him and he betraied them...
He pulled his mask up and pulled his hood lower over his eyes, and started stalking the man along the roof tops barely making a noise... finally the fat stopped and unlocked a door and walked in, locking it back up. Seraile grinned, leaping down the roof landing with barely a noise.
He strode confidently to the dorr, pulling out a black key... Its too easy, he though... having had one of his people install a lock he himself had crafted a few days backunder the guise of Eoghan Hammerhand, having broken the original lock a day before...
He silently unlocked the door and opened it, creeping in, like a shadow in the dark hallway... unseen, an assassin...
He slipped inthe shadow, seeing the man sit in a large chair covered in a bear skin... he walked out of the corner, into the dim light of a candle and to the back of the chair... putting his hand to the back of it he allowed the deadly blade to spring out... he only needed it to go in a small amount, the poison would do the rest. he felt the blade sink in an inch, and the man inhaling suddenly, Seraile put a rag in the mans mouth, gagging him to stop him shouting.... counting.. one... two... three.... four ... five... Seraile grinned, feeling the man's muscles in his face relax... the poison had worked... he was paralised... nowhere to go... before he died...
he ungagged the man and walked around in front of him and said... "good evening.... As you may have guessed.. you have a visitor tonight... not exactly someone you'd expect.. but you should have known I'd come one day.. hm?" Seraile walked over to a cupboard and opened, it, finding a bottle of wine and a few silver goblets. filling a goblet up of crimson wine he drank and grinned at the man, raising his glass saying "Cheers..."
Draining the goblet he resumed telaking to the fat man... "You may want to know why i'm here.... Ye should have known not to steal the little coin they had you know... and threatening to take their children and sell tham as slaves wasn't a good idea.. I'm sure the mayor wouldn't tollerate it.. but you don't care do you... as long as you still have..." Seraile Looked around the heavily decorated room "...this...".
Only the man's eyes could move, the fear in them was obvious... his breathing became laboured... His time was close...
Seraile leaned over the man, looking down at him... and spoke... ".. do you fear death, old man?..."
Seraile's emmerald eyes stared stright into the man's eyes, reading them... "Aye.. you do..." Seraile said, taking the leather coin pouch from the man's hand and the roll of parchemnt from his other hand, throwing it in the fire....
"oops... did I just lose you a good few silver coins there?...." snarled Seraile, drawing a polished silver knife, the cross guard the shape of a snake with it's mouth open, striking, biting.
Seraile waited, observing for the man to do something, then h grinned, seeing the paralasis wearing off, before his final few moments, then the man shouted out suddenly "NO!... don't do it.. please... d-...don't... I can... protect you..."
Seraile laughed... "Too late now, you corrupted fool... reflect of what you have done, in your eternal sleep..."
And with that, the man shuddered... and a small drip of blood issued from the corner of his mouth, coming from his now flooded lungs.... Seraile strode towards the body and closed the eyes, and thrust the knife into the man's heart, the fangs from the snake head in the cross guard sinking into his flesh... He then pulled out a black eagle fether and lay it on the man's chest...
Seraile walked over to the door and locked it from the inside, pulling his mask up he then strode over to an open window and climbed out, closing it behind him, he then head to a familiar alley, Beggars alley, clutching the small leather coin pouch with a few copper coins and a couple of silver ones inside it...
And there they were... under the moonless night sleeping under a ruin... we're two small children, a boy and a girl, Seraile walked over to them as silent as a shadow and put the coin pouch into the boy's open hand, and climbed a house and slipped away in the darkness.
