Assassin's Call
If not for the recent wind, its possible that the adventurers would be more interested in the bottom of their cups than the activities outside the tavern. Yet, with their eyes open (except the female bard), they notice the single person hurrying in front of the tavern. The soldier, as no other term best applies, catches your eye as he hurries past the front windows. His face is etched in concentration, jaw set and focused in his hurried pace. The light glints off his chainmail armor, his blue cloak billowing out behind his frenetic pace.
There is a brief moment when you realize something is wrong with the background crowd, but only in retrospect do you realize the movement of the man in black against the flow of foot traffic. The man in black's trajectory brings him directly in line with the hurrying soldier. Had it not been so deliberate, the mild collision could be thought an accident on a busy street.
The timing of the collision is poor as it occurs directly outside the door to the Tower's Shard Tavern. There is a strangled cry, the guard's arm flails out, striking the door and opening it for those inside to clearly see the encounter. Shielded from the street, but clear to those observing, the man in black's dagger is embedded into the axilla of the soldier. His eyes dart into the tavern. Finding himself discovered, the man in black releases his grip and the soldier falls back against the door frame, sinking to the ground. As fast as he appeared, the man in black moves away from the tavern and up the street, heading west.
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Apologies for those that I couldn't take. The adventure starts here.
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