The air around me was moist. I could feel the fog from early this morning returning to embrace me with its gentle carress. Gentle, but cold. There was always a chill in the air just before an assignment, but this time was different.
It became clear to me that someone was watching me. Was it the Crimson Blades that had sent one of their assassins to make sure that I would leave no traces if I were to fail this mission ?? I doubted myself, this could not be a Crimson Blade. I could feel the presence of the creature, none of the Blades had this much energy....
Foot steps. Who could be so wreckless as to expose himself after the Hour of darkness. He was eighter brave or foolish. I kept hoping it was the latter.
Only meters away now. The foot steps stopped just around the corner in front of me. This was it...
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