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The night was calm and dawn was soon upon Trollsbane.
Down in his accomodation in the Tavern, Faladron was sound asleep,
one of the rare moments his face would show no frown or worries,
and his mind wouldn't need to find excuse and controll his every
move to camouflage the worries that rested inside of his heart.

His arm gently wrapped around the woman who shared his
slumber he slept without dreaming.

All of a sudden soft vibrations shook the room and
the earth it was build into,
some low sounds were carried down the stairs and
traveled over across the floor, not knocking at his
door but rather starting to pound right into his head,
same as the vibrations did already for a while.

The sounds grew louder, screams?
Orders? Weapons clashing against... something?

He opened his eyes for mere seconds, not realizing what was going on,
comforted by the warmth emitted from the body lieing next to him, he
sighed and murmured just some words before he drifted off into sleep
once more.

I asked you to keep it low...

As a pair of elves speak quietly together on the outskirts of town, an orc bursts onto the scene, abruptly interrupting them, "Can you fight?" The look and sound of desparation clear to any that will stop to pay attention. "There's a golem in the tavern!"

"We're busy," the secretive elf says to him as he waves a dismissive hand and turns back to the elfess. After a few curt words, the elfess keeps her focus on the elf, seeming to pay the orc no further attention.

Irania holds the dagger against Faladrons leg with a wicked gleam in her eyes. It had been a pleasure seeing him slide the blade across, the look of pain painted across his face made her shiver. He asks the same of her. For the blade to cut into her skin the name he had already drilled into her heart. And he had in fact, done strange things to her heart that she was not quite prepared for.

She slices him. He hesitates, calling for her to stop. The rug would be bloodied.

After reaching their destination rather quickly, Irania roughly shoves him back against a tree, the dagger flashing in her hand. It did not take long before she continued with the deed she had started.

"Two down." She spoke after finishing what must have felt like an A.

N.

A.

R.

I.

She finishes and leans down to admire her handywork. Indeed it was fine. She had physically clamied him, literally, and he had allowed it. Still though, she could not fully trust this man, as should could not trust any man.