A night to remember

The night was young and so was Tral. He felt no need to bring Darick along for this slaughter, he could tell that his friend had no taste for what was to happen but he definitely did now.

He poised at the edge of the cliff overlooking the village. Taking a deep breath he didn’t need to breath but to revel in the smell of his prey.

With a leap he dives off the edge to slowly fall past the edge off town elegantly landing on a roof without a sound crouched before he sprints across the top of the village huts aiming for his main goal, a larger hut on a hill by the center of town.

This served as a temple of sorts where the shaman lived and worked. It took little time for Tral to get in there and hardly any effort to break through the roof without a sound.

He could smell the shaman but the place was full of strong odors that matched the old ladie’s.

It didn’t matter though as she revealed herself with a remark.