CHAPTER 6
In our world filled with violence,
It is best to keep one’s enemies close
to one’s bosom.
And closer still, the bosoms of our friends.
-FROM THE BOOK OF ST. ALBAN’S-
The assassin’s first attempt came as we strolled in the darkness of the inn’s walled gardens. The silence of the night was vibrant in my ears. As was the winter’s cold. The raw smell of snow looming over us filled our nostrils. A heavy snow was about to fall. In front of us I could see the glowing auras of the Zhintii brothers as they trekked along the path. Around us my Inner Eye felt the presence of distant Malawian and Hartooth spies hiding themselves on the tiled roofs of the surrounding buildings. I could feel their collective frustrations at being unable to see anything around the inn in the heavy darknes
