blothulfur wrote...
In the shadows he waited, silent and unseen his sunken eyes watching every swing of the blade and his keen ears listening for every grunt of exertion, it was his task to watch and wait but of late something other than faultless service had driven him to watch her, something he feared had no place in the Qun.
Twice he had considered asking to be relieved of this onerous duty and twice his courage had failed, what excuse could he give to the Arishok that would not be lie or lechery revealed. No the Qun had placed a temptation in his path and he must prove himself the equal of it or lose himself to the way of the tal'vashoth forever.
"Anaan esaam Qun", he murmured hands twisting into huge fists and his young horned brow furrowing in concentration. He would not damn himself to that, not now, not ever.
A nearby sound whispered from the darkness and a raider more cunning than his brethren emerged from the shadows to level a crossbow at the captain of the guards undefended back and hiss, "With compliments from Castillon Aveline".
"Aveline". The name rumbled forth from the darkness and the raider found himself looking up into burning violet eyes that studied him for a brief moment before returning to the red haired rose who was captain of the kirks guard. "No such a woman will not die by a thiefs hand".
The raider felt the brief urge to argue this point with the qunari but suddenly realised that his body had not turned in tandem with his head and that the click he had heard scant moments before was not in fact the crossbow but his spine, his last words as the qunari dropped his limp bodies would have shrivelled the ears of a fishwife but he was in no position to breathe let alone speak.
Later a distraught Aveline would kneel by the thugs side and study the huge bruises that marked his broken neck and the loaded crossbow that lay nearby her brow furrowed in irritation, had Hawke hired some thug to watch her back while on patrol or was this some vigilante stalking low town. By the Maker she would know the answer and punish the varlet whether he had saved her life or not, the law in the kirk was hers to uphold and no one else's.
Another amazing short story. Plase, do keep them coming
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