As the villain slumped towards the ground, Caedrasp took the knife from the nerveless fingers, firmly shoving it into the eye of the goon on the right of the villain. Now turning to face the one on his left, Caedrasp saw his eyes glazed over, his hands moving to the blade in the middle of his chest. Clear, crisp cracks were heard behind him, and the sound of bodies sliding to the ground covered the advance of the Shadows as they fulfilled their duty to Caedrasp.
‘Well done, Brother,’ said the one Shadow. ‘We could not have handled those scum any better. Are we proceeding much further tonight?’
‘Yes,’ answered Caedrasp. ‘I have to see someone at the Blue Iris.’
Shaking their heads at this watering hole of thieves, assassins, and assorted human refuse, the one Shadow said, ‘Wait for a min
