The night was young and so was Tral. He felt no need to bring Darick along for this s*******r, he could tell that his friend had no taste for what was to happen but he definitely did now.
He poised at the edge of the cliff overlooking the village. Taking a deep breath he didn’t need to breath but to revel in the smell of his prey.
With a leap he dives off the edge to slowly fall past the edge off town elegantly landing on a roof without a sound crouched before he sprints across the top of the village huts aiming for his main goal, a larger hut on a hill by the center of town.
This served as a temple of sorts where the shaman lived and worked. It took little time for Tral to get in there and hardly any effort to break through the roof without a sound.
He could smell the shaman but the p
