Three weeks later...
Dru crouched over the body of the slain sailor, and growled in frustration. "Same stab wounds," she said, looking up at Di'Fier. She could see that it wasn't necessary. They had seen the sight six more times in the past few weeks. They both knew what to expect.
One week later...
The two watchmen stood over the body of a mangled halfling. The cause of death would be obvious to anyone... there were at least a dozen stab wounds in his chest and stomach areas. Dru looked at Di'Fier, and commented ruefully, "Well, I suppose we can discount my theory about a human hater." She felt a small surge of relief. She had been afraid that Papa was toying with her. She did not relish a confrontation with him so soon.
Di'Fier sighed. "Which gets us nowhere," he said, starting to rise to his feet.
Just then, they heard a scream two alleys over. For a split second, they looked at each other, and then as one, began running towards the noise.
There was a man in the alley, standing over the crumpled form of a woman... a prostitute, if her clothing was any indication of her profession. He was stabbing her violently, and repeatedly, with a dagger. He looked up immediately, his teeth gleaming ferally as he grimaced at them. "You just had to meddle, didn't you?" His voice was surprisingly soft, his words pronounced with an accent that marked him as educated, and likely from the mainland. "Now I'm going to have to kill you as well." He sighed, as if aggrieved by the prospect, and then dropped the woman's body to the ground. He stepped over the body, towards Dru and Di'Fier.
Dru pulled her rapier, grimacing. She heard Di'Fier's bastard sword leave its sheath beside her. They positioned themselves so that the man could not leave the alley. "You are under arrest," Di'Fier said tightly. "If you surrender now, you will not be harmed."
The man laughed, and lunged towards Di'Fier, who was easily able to block the man with his much larger blade. Dru twisted so that she was facing him, and thrust her rapier at him.
He twisted free of her blade at the last moment, and laughed. "You're not good enough to take me down, silly children." He snuck up under Dru's guard, and slashed at her with his already bloodied blade. Dru saw the tip of the dagger coming straight for her eye, and gasped, pulling to one side to avoid the blow. It missed her eye, but pierced her right beneath it. He dragged the dagger down, opening a huge gash down the side of Dru's face. It hurt - but she could not let it stop her from what she had to do; if Papa had taught her anything of value, it was that.
She saw Di'Fier move up behind him, and hammer at him with the giant sword. The man turned to one side to deal with the larger opponent with the larger sword, and Dru could see that Di'Fier had opened a gash in the man's back. Good, she thought. Now's my chance, while he's distracted with Di'Fier. She jammed her rapier into his ribs, and watched his eyes widen in surprise. Ha, she thought.
He thrust out with his dagger, catching Di'Fier in the stomach. Dru heard Di'Fier suck in his breath, and saw one hand creep up to hold the wound. She herself had already started to feel light headed, and knew that she wasn't going to be standing too much longer, not with how much blood she'd already lost from the face wound. Di'Fier wouldn't last much longer, without that stomach wound getting treatment either. Grimacing, she thrust at him with her rapier again. It barely scraped his arm.
Di'Fier dropped his sword, and began to chant. Dru saw magical energy coalesce at his hand, and form into a bolt. It flew forward, striking into the man. He stiffened, and then slumped to the ground.
Dru saw that he was still breathing, and wearily raised her rapier to deal him the killing blow.
"No," she heard Di'Fier say, clutching his wound. "Don't kill him. Let's arrest him, take him in."
Dru shrugged, not feeling capable of arguing, and fell to her knees beside the only half conscious murderer. "You are under arrest," she told him, grabbing him by the hair and hauling his head upward. "Di'Fier, tie his wrists." While Di'Fier did so, she scooped up the man's dagger. "We'll be needing this as evidence," she said. "Di'Fier... I don't feel too good."
He stared at her, perhaps noticing her face for the first time. "You've got flesh... hanging off of it," he told her, weakly. "I think you need to get that looked at."
Dru grimaced, holding the flesh in place with one hand. "Let's get this scumbag put away first," she said. When the man became fully conscious again, they hauled him to his feet, and then marched him towards watch headquarters. "I hope they put you on a hulk, with all of the other animals," Dru told him, shoving him through the front door. "Too bad we can't watch."
Captain Donnach was in the main room, and stared at the new recruits as they staggered in. He sized up the situation immediately, and snapped at some lounging watchmen, "You, you, and you, get this man behind bars. Dru, Di'Fier, you look awful. You'd better report, and then go get some rest," he said with a heavy sigh, already starting to massage his temples.
We will have to write that one up, because I'm curious about it too.
