Homey.
By late morning I finally reached the location the man in black told me about. There wasn’t an Imperial guard for miles. I guess the expectations this Brotherhood has of me must be really low. Even the inn keeper was all too happy to tell me about the man I am to kill. He even told me that the man was sleeping in the basement. Heck, the man was in a drunken sleep.
Sweet dreams are made of these.
I stabbed my target with a knife the man in black gave me. He went quietly. I couldn’t help but hate how easy this all was. No witnesses, no chance for problems, and a target who spent his days drunk and unconscious. I shouldn’t complain, I know, I’m totally inexperienced at the whole assassin thing. The man in black probably knows this and gave me this job.
He’s like a ghost.
The man in black seemed happy with my performance, and didn’t even mention the bandit. At least the sanctuary is close to my new home. Apparently I’ve been there before. I can see misfortune in my future.
Seriously?!
(NEXT)
