Vallejo Family/Arin/Roleplays
Arin wipes the blood his favourite dagger, a bone handled knife with a blade around 5 inches long, small enough to conceal but long enough to reach a heart if he so desires.
He slips back into the shadows, he is starting to enjoy himself, and allows himself a wry grin. He has come a long way since tracking Morrigan's Ale in Nida.
"These Carelians are soft. Almost not even worth it."
"It's time to move on. I can't stand sitting around in a region too long. There are too many familiar faces, and it's too damn noisy. I need to find somewhere peaceful, so I can create some of the noise I like to hear."
Arin has been sitting camouflaged in the tree watching as the Carelain Troop Leaders dig in. One particular Knight caught his eye, ray. The man had the gall to try and hunt down Cagilan troops.
Immediately Arin had his target selected. As ray went to his tent to rest, Arin made his way carefully, silently to the rear of his tent.
Arin listened carefully to the rythmic breathing of the target as he rested within his tent. Arin silently slid the razor-sharp blade of his bone-handled dagger up the canvas of his tent, and slipped in. Pausing for only moment so his eyes could adjust to the dimness, he made his way to the slumbering form.
As he stood above the man he murmurs "Dhall accepts your sacrifice".
ray must have been a light sleeper as he awoke with a start rolling towards Arin reacting defensively. Arins skill with the blade was no match for him and he makes short work of the weak defence that ray puts up. A sigh slips from his lips as Arins blade slips neatly between his ribs.
Arin drops the body unceremoniously on the floor for his guards to find, and slips out the way he came,none but ray the wiser.
