Vincent Anders started this day the way he had started many others. The morning was spent with his love while his midday was filled doing the few odd jobs for the Innkeeper he had settled on in exchange for their lodgings.
For the past several weeks the former soldier had traveled around the city and its surrounding areas searching for work. Aside from a few day jobs here and there, his search had been fruitless.
Today, however, was going to be different. A noble woman in the tavern had suggested that Vincent speak with the governor, Okami, about employment and the man had finally worked up the nerve to do just that.
His face freshly shaved and his dwindling hair trimmed and brushed he made his way out of the room. He never saw the veiled figure step from the shadows just as he left the doorway. He never felt the razor sharp blade slide like silk across his throat. He felt nothing as his future stained the wooden floors of an Inn in Skara Brae.
For the past several weeks the former soldier had traveled around the city and its surrounding areas searching for work. Aside from a few day jobs here and there, his search had been fruitless.
Today, however, was going to be different. A noble woman in the tavern had suggested that Vincent speak with the governor, Okami, about employment and the man had finally worked up the nerve to do just that.
His face freshly shaved and his dwindling hair trimmed and brushed he made his way out of the room. He never saw the veiled figure step from the shadows just as he left the doorway. He never felt the razor sharp blade slide like silk across his throat. He felt nothing as his future stained the wooden floors of an Inn in Skara Brae.