The darkness hid the passing of the cloaked figure. With barely a sound, the silent walker slowly circled the feeble light thrown by a flickering lantern. With faintly glittering eyes, the hooded figure closed upon the raucous inn. Inside, the local celebrity was entertaining the crowd with the tales of his exploits while a crowd gathered around the fireplace. He was indeed full of stories of danger and intrigue. Of course due to his unsavory character traits, he was often the instigator of the evil of which he spoke.
As the phantom in the road approached the inn, the now visible eyes held pools of deep set hatred. If only those inside could have seen those eyes, they would have warned the jovial villain. Yet unnoticed went the audience outside the inn.
Yet there was a deed to be done. The figure had been sent by a larger group, a group that desired the bitter end of this uncouth and reckless storyteller. And so, with steady resolve the hooded visitor slipped into the side of the inn and settled near the corner. Slender fingers now gripped a small yet deadly dagger. As the stories and laughter filled the room, nobody took notice as the assassin moved in slowly closer. The time had almost come and the figure grew closer yet lingered just out of sight waiting for the final sign.
With a loud splash, the fire was extinguished by water cascading down the chimney. The dining hall was plunged into the darkness of midnight. Loud cries and exclamations splintered the darkness but the silent figure acted quickly. It took only a few minutes to rekindle a light but the light showed a dead and bloodied wolf. To this day the only clues were a scrap of red fabric and claims of a pig’s squeal on the roof.
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