They came for Rathann in the hour of the wolf, when the twin moonswere low on the horizon and his small tower room was plunged into deepshadow. He had been asleep for barely an hour, sunk in exhaustedslumber, when the sound of splintering wood split the silence in thesmall antechamber beyond.
The attackers were swift and highly skilled. Rathann’s only slave,a scarred human male that slept on the floor just beyond the doorway,slowed them for barely a moment. A startled shout echoed from thedarkness, cut short by the thudding of heavy blows and the brittlecrunch of bone, and then Rathann heard the soft whisper of footstepsracing through the darkness towards his bedchamber.
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