Handing over the small package to the moogle, she gave the creature a pleasant smile before finding a seat in a shadowed corner.
The last few days were quite busy for her. Â She hand found one of Kayle's dogs sniffing around too close to Garston's home, and made to lay a trail to pull him away. Â It had worked, but she wanted to do more.
Her men gave her an excellent description of the dog, and she went about gathering a matching shirt and ring from the Immortal Flames he was seen wearing. Â Finding a poor sod in an alley, she gave him coin to put the shirt on, then shot him through the heart with an arrow. Â One had to make it look real.
Getting her men to dispose of the body, she put the bloodied shirt and ring in a package with a note. Â And now she sat, waiting ...
And he came, the hyur striding to the moogle and opening the package. Â She saw his reaction, and she smiled. Â Oh how it felt to toy with the man. Â She wanted to torture and break him, fit punishment for humiliating her so.
He turned down the street, and she followed at a safe distance. Â When he sat down upon one of the many benches along the road, she found purchase on a bench hidden by foliage.
"He made a lovely scream when my arrow pierced his heart, you know. Â Garston does not like filthy mongrels sniffing around his home."
She heard the air suck into his lungs before Kayle shouted "Show yourself!"
"And ruin the game? Â There is no fun in that."
It took some time for him to find her, but she just sat there as he faced her, the bloodied shirt and ring clutched in his hands. Â She smiled sweetly, taking in the waves of anger, desperation, and hatred that rolled off the man.
They had exchanged their usual pleasantries, with him giving his boring childish threats before walking off. Â Stifling a yawn, she rose from the bench and made her way back to Garston's house.
She did not get far though as a figure blocked her path, then another.
"There she is!"
With a sigh, she turned to watch Kayle approach her and stand beside the two figures. Â She recognised them both as being there when she was humiliated.
"More of your dogs, Kayle?" Â A roll of her eyes as she sat on the bench behind her. Â "Your master truly is a man of all words and no action."
It wasn't long as more people appeared, each having the stench of a Drifter on them. Â But she did not mind, smiling when Kayle told of the items that belonged to Desmond Aryll he received in the mail. Â Sounds of shock and anger escaped from them all, even a few sobs.
But every well laid out plan has a chance to be ruined, that saying made truth as one final robed figure appeared. Â Pulling the hood down, a collective gasp was heard.
"Desmond?!"
"Hm ... and that trail to throw off your scent worked so well in the beginning."
The hyur pointed his finger at her chest "You will have to do better than that. Â I got the information I came for and your disgusting ruse will not stop us from bringing you and that bastard down."
The crowd of Drifters moved closer, and even she knew when she was outnumbered. Â Kayle sat to her one side, while the large highlander they called "Booker" sat to her other. Â A part of her recognised the highlander, as she had met him none too recently at the Sands.
"What say you now, viper? Â Your trick did not work. Â We will be taking you with us and you will tell us where Garston is."
"Just a minute, Kayle. Â I still owe her a drink. Â Now don't go anywhere ..."
Booker handed her a flask with a smile and she took it. Â Her nose wrinkled at the smell of whatever was in it, but what she noted was the heft and weight in her hand, and she smiled.
"Thank you."
Raising the flask as if to drink, her fingers moved quickly and she slammed the object onto Booker's forehead. Â The sudden action caused enough chaos for her to break out between the group and bolt through the city, her goal was to get lost in the sands of Thanalan.
"After her! Â Don't let her get away!"
Kayle's voice rang in her ears, and she smiled. The game was not over just yet.
The last few days were quite busy for her. Â She hand found one of Kayle's dogs sniffing around too close to Garston's home, and made to lay a trail to pull him away. Â It had worked, but she wanted to do more.
Her men gave her an excellent description of the dog, and she went about gathering a matching shirt and ring from the Immortal Flames he was seen wearing. Â Finding a poor sod in an alley, she gave him coin to put the shirt on, then shot him through the heart with an arrow. Â One had to make it look real.
Getting her men to dispose of the body, she put the bloodied shirt and ring in a package with a note. Â And now she sat, waiting ...
And he came, the hyur striding to the moogle and opening the package. Â She saw his reaction, and she smiled. Â Oh how it felt to toy with the man. Â She wanted to torture and break him, fit punishment for humiliating her so.
He turned down the street, and she followed at a safe distance. Â When he sat down upon one of the many benches along the road, she found purchase on a bench hidden by foliage.
"He made a lovely scream when my arrow pierced his heart, you know. Â Garston does not like filthy mongrels sniffing around his home."
She heard the air suck into his lungs before Kayle shouted "Show yourself!"
"And ruin the game? Â There is no fun in that."
It took some time for him to find her, but she just sat there as he faced her, the bloodied shirt and ring clutched in his hands. Â She smiled sweetly, taking in the waves of anger, desperation, and hatred that rolled off the man.
They had exchanged their usual pleasantries, with him giving his boring childish threats before walking off. Â Stifling a yawn, she rose from the bench and made her way back to Garston's house.
She did not get far though as a figure blocked her path, then another.
"There she is!"
With a sigh, she turned to watch Kayle approach her and stand beside the two figures. Â She recognised them both as being there when she was humiliated.
"More of your dogs, Kayle?" Â A roll of her eyes as she sat on the bench behind her. Â "Your master truly is a man of all words and no action."
It wasn't long as more people appeared, each having the stench of a Drifter on them. Â But she did not mind, smiling when Kayle told of the items that belonged to Desmond Aryll he received in the mail. Â Sounds of shock and anger escaped from them all, even a few sobs.
But every well laid out plan has a chance to be ruined, that saying made truth as one final robed figure appeared. Â Pulling the hood down, a collective gasp was heard.
"Desmond?!"
"Hm ... and that trail to throw off your scent worked so well in the beginning."
The hyur pointed his finger at her chest "You will have to do better than that. Â I got the information I came for and your disgusting ruse will not stop us from bringing you and that bastard down."
The crowd of Drifters moved closer, and even she knew when she was outnumbered. Â Kayle sat to her one side, while the large highlander they called "Booker" sat to her other. Â A part of her recognised the highlander, as she had met him none too recently at the Sands.
"What say you now, viper? Â Your trick did not work. Â We will be taking you with us and you will tell us where Garston is."
"Just a minute, Kayle. Â I still owe her a drink. Â Now don't go anywhere ..."
Booker handed her a flask with a smile and she took it. Â Her nose wrinkled at the smell of whatever was in it, but what she noted was the heft and weight in her hand, and she smiled.
"Thank you."
Raising the flask as if to drink, her fingers moved quickly and she slammed the object onto Booker's forehead. Â The sudden action caused enough chaos for her to break out between the group and bolt through the city, her goal was to get lost in the sands of Thanalan.
"After her! Â Don't let her get away!"
Kayle's voice rang in her ears, and she smiled. The game was not over just yet.
