Slowly, evenly, the darkened figure moved through the frozen city. Â It would have even appeared to be gliding over the cobblestones had the heavy fall of boot steps not told otherwise. Â It paused just before the door to the inn to stare at the wall of fluttering papers tacked and nailed for public display.
A long dagger was drawn, hefted, and reversed before being jammed violently into the poster. Â The figure drew closer as if to speak to the image. Â "Sinner", it hissed. Â "Your words will no longer save you." Â It's hand withdrawn, the knife left in place seemed to sever the head from the body of the image. Â With one last snarl, the figure moved on.
A long dagger was drawn, hefted, and reversed before being jammed violently into the poster. Â The figure drew closer as if to speak to the image. Â "Sinner", it hissed. Â "Your words will no longer save you." Â It's hand withdrawn, the knife left in place seemed to sever the head from the body of the image. Â With one last snarl, the figure moved on.
