Covering the Nauvree's Tracks

Alazar, The Nauvree, was assessing the camp site the next morning. Still analyzing that intriguing dagger the assassin had tried to use and trying to recognize who this assassin was.

“It’s true what she says.” The voice stopped Alazareth in his tracks as he returned to the woods from escorting her back to Nightway in the early hours.

Mardichi, The RedBayne.

He stood near the remnants of the long dead fire. Eyes skimming the body of the dead man.

The man I killed trying to assassinate Riaura.

“I came to warn ye.” Mardichi murmured. “Someone from Igonox hired an assassin last nigh’ ta kill yer Nightway princess. Savage called ‘er out in the Blue Lark.”

“You came albeit late.”

“Nay.” Mardichi murmured. “I didn’t. The Death Dealer is still back at the Blue Lark. He planned to come this way late this eve. I knew nothing of this un’.” Mardichi gestured to the dead man at his feet.

“How many are there?” Alazar asked worriedly.

“I’ve no idea…Now. Perhaps every assassin who crossed the path be