To Tame a Land

Dealers in Death

“We could just leave him you know.”
“And what would that accomplish? The man is a threat to all we’ve worked toward. Would you just let this loose end go? Who knows what he might do if left alone.
“You assume he would even care enough to come for us. Prehaps if he were not hunted in this manner he would simply disapear into obscurity. Besides, our position is absoloutly solid and two kill-teams are already dead.”
“That’s exactly the point! He has dispatched several of us. Why would he stop now?”
“What exactly do you have in mind?”
“One more team… But this time, we do not leave anything to chance. He has help so we send more than three… and we send the best.”

Long Pause

“Malificarum?”

“Yes. Send Malificarum.”

Comments

“Hey Vahn, you ok? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“I’m fine. I just had the weirdest sensation of being stabbed in the back by an icy knife.”

“Seriously?!”

“Yeah. Probably just my nerves acting up ‘cause we’re sleeping on rocks all the time. I should by a more comfortable bedroll…”

Vahn wanders off muttering something about “Guild bastards getting him on edge”

Dealers in Death
Pwnarchy

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