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...a priority. The target was dead -whether it was by his hand or not was irrelevant- and his continued presence in the area was ...

...just asking to get himself killed. He had no idea why all these armed men were even here but he was starting to suspect that...

...it had something to do with his recent altercation with the natives. Perhaps that meant there was a town nearby. He changed direction, heading down...

...and following the trail of the armed company. If I follow this back, I should reach the town they started at.

* * * (scene change :p)

The body lay in the limestone hills, the blue feathered knife retrieved by it's owner. Black blood gradually seeped through the man's clothes, creeping to the ground below.

The killer stood cleaning the knife with a black silk cloth. It had been an easy thing, to sow such chaos in the hunt, what with...

...the tension with the local 'wildlife.' He chuckled, and slid the knife into his belt alongside three more, all decorated with blue feathers. His clothes were...

...fine, yet functional, showcasing a certain refinement despite the less savory aspects of his trade. He drew his heavy mantle closed about himself, and...

...kept on the path that the dead man had been taking, glacning back at the broken landscape where the other man had gone over. He knew he wasn't dead. He smiled.

There was no hurry. This had been but the first contact of many. Let him reel in wonder, if he had even noticed at all. The time...

...for nicities could come later, when it was more convenient for both of them. Besides, he had a contract to redeem.

* * *Scene change ;)

The footpath was half-sunk...

...in a bog, but at least it was empty. He couldn't help but wince at the splashes his feet made, but there was nothing...

...about that would pose any great threat him in this area, beyond some of the more irritable local animals, and even they were scarce it seemed.

As the night wore on and he began to relax, Gedard found himself wondering how things had gone so horribly wrong. Perhaps he should go and...

...have an anti-celebratory drink at the town who's lights he could now see. If those lights where what passed for a town in this place, then...

...he should be able to at least find somewhere to sleep off this most recent disaster. And after that, it was on to...