Desmond studied the sleeping Highlander for some time. He slept quite soundly for someone who caused as much harm as he did.
He got up from the stool at the changing table and quietly strode over to the bed, he poured himself a drink from the flagon and took a sip.
'Too strong,' he thought with a grimace.
Easing himself down on the side of the bed, by Garston's right, he watched his chest rise and fall as he casually slipped a long, thin dagger from his sleeve. He tested it's weight and balance, seeming to forget where he was. He flipped the dagger once, end over end and catching it in his right hand drew it across Garston's left cheek in one fluid motion.
He got up from the stool at the changing table and quietly strode over to the bed, he poured himself a drink from the flagon and took a sip.
'Too strong,' he thought with a grimace.
Easing himself down on the side of the bed, by Garston's right, he watched his chest rise and fall as he casually slipped a long, thin dagger from his sleeve. He tested it's weight and balance, seeming to forget where he was. He flipped the dagger once, end over end and catching it in his right hand drew it across Garston's left cheek in one fluid motion.
