Velaryon Family/Jacaerys/From the shadows

Roleplay

"Hear, hear!" The heralds and criers gathered the peasantry of Ossmat in the city square. "Bread and beer, ale and apples! Free for all! Come and claim them, citizens of Ossmat!" The heralds were persistent in the attempts to woo the timid common folk which was reluctant to approach. But once the first few of the bunch took some, the rest of them started to flock like herd to free stuff offered to them. Jacaerys observed from the nearby tavern. This was so funny. They were offering them food and beverage only to abandon them to rogues a few days later. The cost for all of this only to leave them to rot a few days later seemed like a bad investment from a trader's point of view. From the warriors point of view this was a fine approach. Denying the enemy of a city was always a wise strategy, regardless of the cost. As he raised his cup to finish his drink a hooded figure approached him from behind. In a lightning fast move Jacaerys grabbed for his dagger, driven by his instincts, but came short as the strike from the figure was faster. A blade sank deep between his ribs and he let out his last sigh. "Compliments of Aeravon Velaryon. Long live the Laenorran branch!" The hooded figure screamed and then barged out from the tavern. It got lost in the mob outside and disappeared from the view of the few onlookers who bothered to observe what was happening.