| A black and white fletched arrow. |
| Summary: | A knight causing trouble in Pinevale, Kaedon, dies suddenly. |
| Date: | 1874-01-30 |
| Related: | None |
| NPCs: | {$npc} |
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The dark of a winter evening shrouds a single knight and several men and women as they speak of treachery and rebellion in a courtyard somewhere within the city Pinevale.
On the roofs above them, shrouded by the same darkness, a black clad archer listens as he allows his nightvision to adapt to the wavering pools of light cast by the torches down below. He feels little in the way of surprise. He thought that things would go this way but still he mourns that it came about. He regrets that he chose not to haul the knight through tribunals and gauntlets; that he lacks the time to do this properly. For a moment it occurs to him that people never seem to notice his skills. He spent week after week in Goldhollow doing something very similar to this. Yet even now, as the Knight calls for his removal, nobody thinks to look up.
He listens until he is confident that this Knight is who he sought and at that moment he draws his bow back, marvelling briefly at how easy it is to use it in such an awkward position and looses a single arrow towards his target.
Confident as he is in his own abilities he is already creeping away when the sounds of shock and panic start to drift up from the street below. But even now, nobody thinks to look up, or if they do they fail to pick out a black shape against the dark tiles. When he eventually finds his way back to his offices the only hint of his involvement here this night, is a single corpse struck in the face by a black and white fletched arrow.