murder

Whizz, I can still hear the sounds of that strange beast of a man as he breathed his last. My arrow hurtling through the air. Piercing the flesh of his back. The means do not matter, only the ends. Dishonourable, perhaps. But then I do not have a warrior's code. I'm not a soldier, though I have played one.

To say Rickstan was surprised would have been a great understatement, the last thing he expected this evening was to come face to face with his "Father". Today he had passed an usual day, sharing a drink or two with a friend, sorting a stupid fight, teased by Ellae. The last thing he expected as he stood in the back rooms to the Inn was to see the face of the man he had for so long despised and hated. 

Oh It has been a few days since I arrived in his town and deary me, Oh so much has happened, so many people, things to see, things to do. It is unlike any other town I have been in. My first day I entered myself into the local Inn, "The Prancing Pony". It's very cosy and pleasant and Indeed, felt very quiet. 

As Blince sat in that old chair he'd placed there himself in the Shadow Blade's prison, he began to ponder, more so out of boredom than anything else. Many things came across his mind, Triche and Bianca, his deceased wife and child, though were never far from his thoughts.

She was standing on balcony over Gilrain river, resting her thoughts while watching forest filled with autumn breath, all gold, copper and umber. Her light gold dress, and long softly curly hair were like sun ray among white pillars.