Re: A Night in the Tavern (Open)

[The Ninja]

A place as dark as a tavern was an easy place to hide.  The Ninja had chosen a quiet corner, dimmer than the others, to observe and learn.  This “Band of the Red Hand,” as it called itself, was a handy place to study this Dragon Reborn; they were apparently allied with him, and they could lead him to his target.

 

The Band was apparently not known for its discipline.  Already the Ninja had seen a few fights break out in the place, broken up by people in red armbands.  After the last one, the Ninja had decided that they were efficient; there had been no wasted movement when the one man had come into the middle of the fight and broken the skull of the instigator.  He’d been carted off to whatever this place had for a hospital.

 

A sudden stirring in the tavern indicated that a man was coming to his corner.  Not good.  The man- more the size of a young boy- took his seat, then seemed to notice that he wasn’t alone.  With a sigh, the Ninja quickly planted a knife in the man’s heart.  He blinked once; the Ninja couldn’t see any facial expression behind the gauze scarf that he wore.  Then he went limp.  Another poor fool who appeared at the wrong time.

 

The Ninja fled.