Drayco huffed and swung his "blade" at the orc. The orc, quick as he was, caught a glancing blow across the right shoulder. In return, the creature brought his "sword" up and swung for a killing blow. Drayco blocked, and the weapon he held splintered from the impact. The orc, made one last swing, a sweeping one that took the warriors legs from beneath him.

Drayco slammed into the ground and looked up, seeing the stick pointed at his neck. Joukt then discarded the mock-weapon and laughed. Drayco didn’t feel much like laughing after his fifth defeat in a row. He sat up and looked at the orc. "You have to protect your legs more, and don't lead with your right all the time." Joukt said with a little chuckle. Joukt sat down next to the knight, savoring the cool breeze and the fading sun. "Now, you did do better that time." the orcish knight said. He gave a toothy, feral, smile to Drayco.

The pair sat there, watching the sun dip into the horizon. Joukt stood up suddenly and sighed. "I won't be here for awhile Drayco, I have some business to take care of. It will be some time until I return." Drayco, who hadn't said anything in the last two days just nodded and stood. He pulled the orc into a grasping hug. With that, the knight, Joukt, departed. He was singing and laughing along the way, turning every few moments and waving at the knight.

Drayco stayed near a group of trees and lit a fire when it became too dark to see. He set up a small cooking grill and filled a small tin bowl he'd brought him with water. He felt his belt, which held two more large water flasks and a small metal one that held an amount of alcohol. He stared at the fire as the water started to boil, then added a mix of vegetables and spices that he'd been able to scrounge at market and on trips to small fishing towns. Drayconis shut his eyes and listened to the hiss of steam and the sound of the boiling water.

Something isn't right. I know that something is wrong, it's been to long since I've dealt with one of those....demons! Drayco thought. That had occupied his mind for some time. He felt that something was about to happen. He'd made sure to check he leather-bound tome every day, but after weeks with nothing to read from it, he stopped.

He opened his eyes and stared at his food, which was done. With nothing to say he took the bowl of thin stew, he removed the bowl from the grill and set it aside, dousing it with water so he could hold it for long then just a few seconds. When the bowl had cooled he quirked a little smile and began to eat.

Tomorrow is another day...and I need something to do. the blue-clad knight thought. He finished his meal and lay down, letting the fire burn brightly as he drifted into sleep.

Drayco woke early in the morning. The sun was barely peeking up in the distance. He lay next to the fire, which was now just a pile of smoldering wood. He didn't want to move. He felt somehow at peace with the way things seemed at the moment. Drayconis sighed and grabbed his gear, slipping into a small bag he'd brought with him. He reached on his back for his broadsword, but didn't feel it's pommel, hilt, or sheath. He sighed and remembered. He hadn't brought it with him; he just wanted some time away from town.

It was five minutes before all his stuff was away. He was tipping a flask back to his lips and drinking deeply of its contents. The water refreshed him and made him feel much better. He capped it and replaced it on his failing leather belt. "Well 's about time I got a new one." he whispered to the air. Drayco then stood and gathered his pack up, slinging it over his shoulder.

There was a sound like slow, rolling thunder that swept across him. The creaking of wooden wheels and laughter followed it. Drayco found himself curious and rushed from his small clearing and skidded to a halt mere feet from a road, that was nothing more then deep set wagon tracks. Horses, of all colors and sizes slipped up the path, their masters giving the knight a smile. A few trotted on without riders, and many pulled lavishly decorated carts.

Drayco stood in awe at the procession of nearly twenty carts. He had seen more then fifty people, residents of this moving colony. Many of them were dressed in shear scarlet fabric and had instruments and earrings with them. Some of the women danced instead of walked, which the blue-clad knight found rather amusing. He found something even more interesting as he studied the group. Nobody had carried any visible weapons, save for scarlet armored soldiers that preceded the group.

Drayconis Forin was rather amazed with the group. Most of them had the same color of clothing and the same eye and hair color. He found nothing disconcerting about it. It was normal for villages, over the years, to be breed to the point that many, if not all, shared the same hair and eye color. He had seen one blonde person within the group, bound and gagged, with piece of bark across his chest, the word thief scrawled across it.

The travelers vanished towards the city, and Drayco smiled and followed. He now had two reasons to go home, one to get his weapons, two to see what would befall the members of the traveling colony.

Drayco followed the group to the city and watched them make a circle with there wagons in an untouched field near the town square. Drayco watched as they unpacked supplies and other goodies. He decided that this was the most interesting thing he'd seen for a day or two and went home. His home, which he'd moved into recently, was nothing more then a one-room hovel with a thatched roof, a fire pit, and a straw mat bed. He'd had better homes in his life, but this one seemed the most comfortable to him.

He pulled his swords and the leather-tome from their hiding place and set them upon himself. Drayco then left his house. He'd go to the tavern for the rest of the night. He'd been spending much time there since work became scarce. He hadn't had a good paying job for quiet some time. The knight went to the bar almost every day, checking messages from guilds and private investors.

Today was no different. He entered the tavern and nobody looked up. He went to a board, which was nothing more then a piece of wood with messages tacked into it. Nothing hung there except a notice for some kind of new guild that was opening. It was advertised as an assassin’s guild. Drayco found it odd that the guild would advertise. He read the notice, letting grin settle against him.

The leaders of the guild were people he once knew, Sayio and her twin sister Saia. Drayco had grown up with the two and joined the Holy Guard with them. They had been slaughtered with the rest of the group. He wasn't overly shocked to see their names. But he was surprised at the way he had found out they were still alive.

More reading pointed out that the pair would be reaching the city in a traveler’s wagon camp. Drayco smiled grimly as he pulled the post down, crumpling the already tattered paper it had been written on.

"It's time for some more work," Drayco said as he looked around the tavern, trying to find someone that could join him.

It wasn't all that surprising to see that nobody would come forward. Drayco just smirked and went to a table. "More money for me..." he whispered to the hazy air of the tavern. He sat at the table for a long while, watching a few groups of men. Some he recognized from the odd jobs he'd done. He'd seen one man come in, cloaked and wearing rather expensive metal plated boots. They thudded softly as he entered the tavern.

People avoided the man. His hood stayed up and a mummer swept through the tavern. The whispered of the man, as if he were an assassin. The cloaked head twisted back and forth, and then came across Drayco. The gaze of both men was fixed on the other. Drayco wasn't afraid; he'd had no reason to be. The figure then left the tavern.

Drayco just smiled to himself and stood. He left a few coins for the table he was at and walked out the door. He saw the man outside, turning left down a side street. Drayco followed far behind, making sure never to let the man leave his sight. The pair turned corner after corner. It wasn't long before Drayco could see the wagon colony.

The cloaked figure then stopped dead, and spun. Drayco barely had a moments notice before two darts tore the air where he'd been. He growled at the cloaked figure. He watched mans only visible hand, knowing the other was under the cloak and probably getting a weapon. Drayconis charged, his hand staying away from his swords. Bringing them out might only anger the man. And that was the last thing he wanted to do.

The other hand appeared from the cloak, holding a dagger. Hand and dagger lashed out, searching for flesh to part. Drayco was quick to step to the left. Just in time to be intercepted by a heavy kick from one of the boots. He stumbled back as the metal came in hard contact with his inner-thigh. Drayco struck back at the man. His fist flashed for the characters hood. The fist was caught, just as Drayco had thought it would be. He twisted his arm and made a quick step forward with a spin.

The cloaked figure was on the ground. He rubbed his arm and groaned. Drayco made no hesitation with his next attack. The knight dropped down and pinned the person, one knee jamming into his neck and the other into his stomach.

"Now, is that any way to greet someone that just wants to talk with you?" Drayco asked, sarcasm dripping from his words.

Drayco had bound the cloaked mans arms and legs. He tied to leather straps on his arms, one as the wrists and one at the elbows. The man was now standing, rather weakly, against a tree. Drayco had the tip of one of his broadswords pressed the man's neck. The man, whose hood was down, was a pale man with gray eyes and a black hair. Drayco knew, that even with the man bound he still had something to worry about.

"My name is Specter, worlds greatest assassin I am." Drayco had trouble not breaking into laughter. He'd heard many assassins say they were the best. The stories he'd heard of Specter were nothing more then above-average skills. "And that's all I'm gonna say." the pale man said. Drayco had no time for games and reared his sword back.

He felt something sharp, long, and thin stab into his side. When he stumbled, another went into the other side. Something filled him, making him tired and blurring his vision. Drayco turned, seeing to women, with the same face and curves to their body. Their eyes were different, one with soft blue eyes, the other with cold brown eyes as hard as stone. The both had the same brown hair, which stretched down to the middle of their back.

Sayio stepped forward first. Her fingers flipping a dart with speed Drayco hadn't seen in some time. "Well, it seems we have our first target...tie him up and bring him with us." Saia nodded, her blue eyes fixing on the knight. She was quick on her feet and with a deft jerk removed the darts from his sides.

Then her elbow crashed against Drayco’s neck. The world faded into darkness, with the vision of those piercing blue eyes burned into his mind.

left...right...left....right... The cart swayed back and forth. Drayco had been awake for nearly an hour, just laying in the cart as it moved back and forth. He guessed he was some distance from the town now. His weapons had been stripped, as well as his tunic. His arms were bound, in the same fashion as he bound Specter's. He had his eyes shut, and he feared opening them. His legs weren't bound. But that fact didn't help much. Drayco knew if he tried anything he would just be punished.

Drayco sighed to himself. His pendant was no longer on his neck. It made him feel naked, alone, without it on. He shifted a little, so little anyone watching would disregard it as a light twitch. But he didn't get that lucky. A boot, plated with metal, landing against his side. "Wakey, wakey." Specter said. His voice was low, almost pleasant. Drayco didn't stir, he didn't want to. He was kicked again, hard enough to lift him off the wooden bottom of the cart. "Open your eyes now! Or so help me..." the voice trailed off into a growl.

Drayco opened his eyes. Above him was Specter. He was crouched down, a sadistic smile splitting his pale features. "Well, how good of you to join us." Specter, then, without any warning struck out at the knight. His fist collided solidly with the knight’s cheek. Again and again blows landed against Drayco.

Sayio, brown eyed Sayio, appeared in his line of vision. "Now Specter, no beating him," she said, he voice low and soft. "If you hit him again, I'll kill you." A light giggle came from the woman. Drayco knew she was serious about the threat, and so did Specter. The cloaked man retreated backwards, sitting against the cart wall.

The cart was still moving and now Sayio was watching the knight. Drayco knew that he wasn't getting away any time soon. It would take a miracle for him to escape, with his pendant. And miracles were in short supply in his life.

The cart was still swaying. He hadn't managed to think of some great way to escape. It wasn't for lack of trying. He just couldn't focus for more then a few moments. Drayco was sitting up at this point. He had left his eyes fixed on Sayio. She was staring coldly at him, her hands spinning a throwing spike. Drayco, with brown eyes blazing, stared back.

The knight didn't know what had come over him in that moment. It was beyond fear and rage, beyond desperation and loathing. It was something primal that Drayco wished never to feel again. He wanted to howl at the top of his lungs, to burst forth and stab the spike deep into Sayio's neck. But he couldn't. His arms were bound, and a small portion of his mind that could still reason advised him against the action. Instead, he drew a deep breath, and sat. Silence reigned in the cart.

Save for the sound that he made when he expelled the breath, and spit. He launched a clump of bloodied saliva at the female. She staggered a bit and tried to move, but the glob had made fierce contact. It splattered just below her eye. She was blinded for a moment. She didn't see Drayco give a self-satisfied smirk. Though if she had she would have dealt him a good deal of pain.

Slow, exaggerated, she wiped the bloodied mass of her cheek. "Seems you're brave. I remember when we were children, how afraid you were. You always ran to daddy when something scary woke you from slumber," her voice was harsh, and she was straining to keep her tone even. "But I'll make sure you learn that being brave is a very foolish endeavor." Her hand came back. It was moving slow. She then struck with the speed of lightning. Sayio landed her hand across Drayco's cheek, splattering blood against it. His own bloodied spit.

It was a test of wills now. If he were to make it out alive, he would have to have a strong will. So he sat there, silent and unmoving, gaze locked with cold brown eyes.

It was night now. Drayco had only noticed through the covering of the cart. He saw no stars or moon, just cold brown eyes staring through him. He stared back, a slight smirk crossing his face, making his sore cheek hurt even more. The woman shifted and Drayco sat, ready for a stinging reply from her open hand. But it never came. The cart had stopped moving and everyone was thrown forward, which slammed the knights back to the wall. Sayio lurched forward, right as Drayco brought his knee up. She landed hard onto his knee and gasped. Drayco without a thought brought his other leg up, pushing the woman backwards and into Specter, who tumbled from the cart. Drayco shifted quickly, rolling forward and to the edge of the cart. He pushed himself up and over it.

It was a long four feet to the muddied ground. It was dark enough the knight’s vision was impaired. He saw a shadow, slender and tall. He guessed it was Saia and rolled to his feet. He glanced about, trying to stay where the shadows were the thickest. He had no luck because the woman had seen him. She bolted forward. Drayco did the same, running for and lowering his right shoulder. His shoulder impacted her chest just as her leg came up. The knight shifted and rolled the woman across his back, hearing her hit the ground with a thud. The knight turned quickly and kicked the woman in the chest, then dropped to his knees, slamming both into her back. She groaned and lay there, unable to move.

Drayco was on his feet and moving quickly. He moved in a mad dash to a group of trees. He dove into the shadows of a large oak, being careful to breath shallow and slow. The knight knew the two women could find him easily, and staying in one stop for to long would be suicide. He leaned against the tree stayed for a moment longer before move.

Sounds and grunts came from behind him, in the direction of the cart. He glanced back, seeing three small torches coming towards him. The light from the burning branches didn’t wash over the area yet. He moved, silent and swift. He had changed directions and was following trees back to the cart. He could see it before him after a few minutes. The torches were moving away from him now. They had gotten a fair distance and couldn’t possibly get back before he was gone.

He climbed into the seat of the cart, seeing his two broadswords against the floorboard. He unsheathed and moved one, setting it against the seat, edge facing him. He rubbed the bonds that tied him against it and felt the one on his elbows give way first. He held back a cheer as he rubbed his wrists against the blade. He felt it part the leather strap, and a small amount of flesh.

When he was done he set the blade down, and tied the longer leather strap to his wrist. It slowed the bleeding and made him feel more secure. He grabbed the reins for the horse, whipping them and sending him off.

He saw the torches head towards him as he flew away, smiling back from the seat of the cart.

It was dawn before the knight and the runaway cart had come to a stop. Drayco stopped because he was starting to tire and the trail on which he rode was faltering. He sighed at that fact and began searching the cart for food and a blanket. He checked under the seat and felt some decaying, sagging wood. He ran his hand over the wood, feeling a bundle of cloth at one end and a cord at the other. He retrieved both, one was a tunic, not his own, but a tunic none the less. It was black as pitch with gold trim and artwork on it. It was an ornate thing that he wasn't impressed with. He donned it anyways. He was starting to feel cold and didn't like having so much exposed skin. The sleeves and wrists of it clung tight to him, to the point were he finally ripped them off, now exposed to the elbow. He could deal with that.

He ran his back under the seat, looking for the cord this time. He finally found it again, though it took longer then he wanted to take. The knight pulled on it and felt it snag. He growled and yanked, freeing whatever it was. He fell back and off the cart, groaning now. When he opened his eyes he saw he was holding his pendant. A wicked smile crossed his face as he put it on. It felt tight around his neck for a moment, then after he twisted and tilted his head (which made quite a few pops) it loosened.

He climbed back into the cart. He was getting hungry and his stomach was making horrid sounds. “They must have food on this thing," he whispered to the air as he searched, first the seat area, then the back of the cart. He found a small cask and a box. When he'd been back there he'd not seen them because he was rather preoccupied. He turned a small spigot on the cask, letting some foul smelling ale pour out. He quickly put his flask and a small water skin he'd found under it, filling them. Drayco stopped the flow of the ale, and then went to the box. Inside it he found bread, maybe a day old, but still soft. He moved it around and found a block of cheese that had been rather clean to inspection; the last was meat. He passed it over because it smelled of rot and decay.

He made the cheese and bread his meal and the ale his drink. He was careful to watch the world around him through the slits over the covering. And now he had his sword with him. It would be an unfair match if the three showed up, but all he had to do was separate and kill.

"Well, maybe today, I'll catch a break...and where’s my book!" he snapped to the air, following with a bit a laughter. He went back to searching after he finished his meal.

Drayco had found his tome in a small niche` between the seat and the cart wall. He had strapped it back to his leg and patted it. He was now loading some pouches with the foodstuffs he'd found. He had discarded the meat in hopes it would attract animals. Sooner or later his enemies would show up, but if animals got here first the three would be in for a nasty surprise. He left the cart with little more then a thought and his swords. He hadn't got more then twenty feet when he saw a shadow that skittered from tree to tree. It walked to heavily to be animal, and to slowly to be a demon. Drayco caught sight of a flowing black cloak and a glint from a pair of metal plated boots.

He drew one of his swords. This time he'd show the man no mercy. He would sever his body clean in two if he attacked. He moved, slowly towards the cart and towards the horse that was there. He could ride away if nothing else. Drayco had gone much unnoticed until he stepped on a fallen branch and crushed it under his boot.

A moment later a sleek black shaft of a throwing spike lanced past his nose. He jumped back and spun around, staring at Specter. "Well, this will be it!" Specter said with malice and anger dripping from his words. He came forward, retrieving a long slender blade from beneath his cloak. It was a wonderful looking blade. It was a solid black and had a slight glow to it. Drayco was put off by the weapon. It looked much like it was magic.

Specter rushed forward, swinging once. Drayco blocked and felt a surge of energy tear his blade from his hands. It landed on the ground mere feet away. Specter then swung again, narrowly cutting throw Drayco's blue tunic sleeve, but missing his arm. Drayco found himself feinting blow after blow, avoid the demise he was sure to meet at the hands of the black blade.

Specter swung wide on one blow, which gave the knight an opening. He took a quick double-step forward while twisting his upper body, slamming his elbow into the assassins stomach. The man doubled and Drayco was quick to send a whopping uppercut into his jaw. Specter stumbled back and the knight stepped forward to close the gap, swinging his leg wide. The kick took the black warrior in the temple, dropping him too the ground, unconscious. Drayco unsheathed his remaining sword, and held it poised over the man. He never saw the pair behind him.

Drayco dropped the sword down. The tip of it pushed through the cloak and the tunic beneath. There was a slight snag as the blade hit a small amount of chain mail. The knight gave a hard thrust with the sword. It parted the chain mail and tore the mans heart in two. Specter convulsed once, his eyes opened and went wide by reflex. Then he relaxed, dead. Drayco gagged in disgust and pulled the blade out. He walked calmly to the other sword and lifted it up. The knight wiped the bloodied blade against the ground, cleaning it. When he sheathed the blades and stood straight.

Face to face with Sayio. Her brown eyes pierced him, and her hand shot forward. There was a throwing spike in it, now aimed for the knight’s chest. He brought his hands up instinctively. He managed to catch her wrist and spin her about. The throwing spike was now in his hand and she was unarmed. Sayio spun about and Drayco struck, quick and precise. The spike went into her neck but not all the way through. Her hands came up to grasp the spike. She was gagging and blood was seeping between her fingers. Her eyes softened for a moment as Drayco struck again. His fist pushed the spike deeper. Sayio coughed and fell to the ground in a heap, blood staining the grass and dirt crimson.

He couldn't help his next reaction. He doubled over and coughed, small chunks of food coming with the racking coughs. He was sickened by how easy it was for him to kill. She was his mentor once, just as her sister. Saia and Sayio were great at one time. But now the corpse of Sayio lay before him.

"But where is Saia..." Drayco whispered to himself and then looked about. He quickly searched the body of the woman. He was careful with the search, and had found a small pouch. He pulled it up and opened it. There was nothing visible inside, which prompted Drayco to dump what might be inside onto his palm.

As he did no crest came out. But a green powder, something the knight had seen before. He growled and threw the powder to the ground, already feeling woozy and tired because of its affects. Drayco was then thrown to the ground with a deft blow to his spine. When he rolled he was faced with a crying Saia.

"You're dead you bastard!" she screamed at him, dagger in her hands.

The woman dropped to the ground, screaming in fury. She jammed her knife, and Drayco was to dazed to do anything about it. The knife penetrated his arm, and made him lurch in pain. He swung at Saia, but the blow was too weak to have caused anything more then minor annoyance. He kept swinging and kicking, finding no strength to lift his blade. She removed the dagger with deliberate slowness. "You...you...die..." she whispered and a nearly inaudible voice. He listened to her and the pain conveyed in the words. There was nothing he could do now. Drayco was too weak.

I'm going to die...I can't believe I'm going to die like this.He thought with a detached interest. Black haze was already beginning to creep into his eyesight. He felt odd, felt like begging for his freedom. But when he opened his mouth he was surprised by his words. "You're soon going to join her." Drayco's voice was harsh and barely above a whisper. "I'll kill you and send you to her and you can be with her in every pit of hell there ever was." He chuckled in a maddened way. He was delirious with pain and drugs.

The dagger struck him again, piercing his other arm and sending waves of dull, far away, pain into him. He was going to try and strike again, but his couldn't seem to make his arms move. Drayco smiled a little and closed his eyes against the blackness that had filled his vision. He listened now. He heard the chirp of birds and other sounds befitting for the forest. Including a slow rustle that came from next to him. It was followed by pain. The cycle of rustle and pain came again and again. He had caught on. She was toying with him now, making shallow cuts on him. Why she didn't outright kill him was beyond his understanding at this moment.

Rustle/pain...He'd shifted a small ways, in an effort to escape, but he was too weak. Though to his surprise he felt slightly better after each cut. He wondered if he'd been bleeding the poison out. It was possible. Or he could have been hit by less then he thought.

The rustle came again. Drayco swung and caught the hand holding the dagger. He and the woman struggled, fighting each other wildly. Drayco's other hand was moving slowly to the pouch, which he soon clasped. He flung the rest of the powder into Saia's face. She coughed and hacked, dropping back.

The playing field was soon evened for the two.

Drayco stared at the woman. Saia wasn't going to play around anymore. She had her dagger faced down and was ready to strike. Drayco unsheathed one of his blades and growled. He was experiencing tunnel vision, so he needed to keep her to his front at all times. It wouldn't be to hard; she was already becoming sluggish with her movements. She lurched forward, dagger sweeping down. The knight blocked with the flat of his blade and pushed her back. He followed with a double step that put him mere inches from the woman and swung. She rolled to the side, but not before the edge crept into her arm. She hissed and swung again. Drayco watched as she fumbled the dagger.

She then dropped down to the ground and began to murmur. Drayco gasped in awe as she prayed. Drayco watched as her body began to shimmer. He had no time to think. He swung his sword wide and slow. It touched her neck, almost with tenderness. Then it separated body and head. He felt sick as the head flew into the air and hit the ground. It rolled and the body slumped back. Drayco gagged in disgust as and his stomach churned. Blood poured from what was left of the neck and pain burst in him. He fought past it and knelt down, searching the body. He found no pouch or crest on the woman, just a piece of paper that had been wrapped carefully in oil clothe.

He put the cloth wrapped paper in his tunic and turned to the cart. He would leave the trio here in the forest. The wolves would tear them apart soon enough, and he should be getting home. He climbed into the seat of the cart and grabbed the reins. The horse turned about and began pulling the cart back towards the capital. He would rest when he got home.

The cart rolled and creaked into town. It was a day and a half journey that was boring and tedious. Drayco had slept most of it. It was a dangerous prospect to do that, but he needed the rest. No bandits had woken him. That was the fact that surprised him most in his travel. The horse that pulled the cart was a strong one. And for a moment, the knight wished he could keep the beast. But as the cart pulled through a ruined gate, he dismounted. The horse neighed and bucked a little as the knight patted its neck. He untied the creature and removed all it's harnesses and accessories before slapping it on the rump. The horse made a sound and rushed away, into the forest. Part of Drayco knew it would spell the horse's demise, but he felt it best to let the beast go.

Drayco then walked into the city and saw the wagon colony. The group of travelers waved at the knight as he went past. They were dancing and having an all around good time. The blue-clad knight envied them. They always traveled and could stay in relative safety wherever they wanted. "One day, I'll do that. Maybe it will even be with that colony." He whispered to himself and made his way into the center of the town. The tavern had people outside it, bartering and trading.

Night was already upon the town. But people seemed to revel in it. They talked to each other, and Drayco saw glints from daggers and fighting gloves. He knew night wasn't the time to be out in the city. So he would make a quick meal stop at the tavern, then he would go home and rest.

He pushed through the door to the tavern in a moment and went to the bar. The barkeep placed a mug before him and Drayco drank deep. The liquid burned on the way down. Men had gathered around the knight as he spoke. "...Bound like a pig and ready to die." he chortled. The other patrons were entertained by his account of the previous few days.

Dawn was breaking when he finally left the tavern. He was headed home. Without reading the note. It could wait until later that day. Drayconis reached his house and opened the door. Quickly did the knight strip off his clothing and weapons and collapsed on the straw matt. With a last swig of ale from a flask he toasted the last few days. "Here's to the nights..." he chuckled in a slurred tone. He closed his eyes and drifted into a fitful sleep.

<The End>

Drayco + 1 Lvl, 3,000 Gold