22. Sylas: Damn Irritating

Sylas

I swung my dagger and watched as blood burst from the man's neck like a beautiful fountain. His eyes went wide, his mouth moved like he wanted to say something, but all that came out was a dying groan.

Ah, such an entertaining sight.

THUD.

His body hit the bloodstained wooden floor. I flicked my dagger, sending the leftover blood splattering onto the wall before sliding it back into the sheath at my waist.

"So," I turned to the remaining elf kneeling across the table, face pale. "I hope you're smarter than your friend here."

He swallowed hard, sweat trailing down his temple. "I-I don't know anything about the Shadow Butchers. I swear I have nothing to do with them. I was just following orders from my friend. I really don't know anything!"