Timestamp: 25th Day of Fall, 512 AV
A dark-maned head leaned close, thickly accented words whispered consolation. "This is not your fault. You have served your master with honor." The victim's eyes were wide in surprise, even as the color drained from his face. Certainly the courier knew as soon as the tall Benshiran stepped into the ravosala that he would meet this fate. No matter the age, race or occupation, they all seemed to meet death as if the never expected to die. A faint gasp identified the last breath, the blue eyes growing dull. Abashai tilted the long iron blade down slightly, allowing the man impaled on it to slide off off the khopesh and collapse onto the floor of the boat.
Kneeling next to the body, Abashai reached into the man's sachel, pulling out a small rolled scroll. Turning to examine it in the fading rays of the sunset, the agent of Kialandra Salvatrice identified the symbol of a rival house embossed in the waxen seal. Tucking the document into his long coat. The Chaon turned to the steersman and nodded. The boat slid out of the shadowy corner and headed towards a walkway entrance. The Benshiran dropped a bag of miza's into the outstretched hand of the ravosalaman, then climbed out, turning towards his mistress' home.
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The ebony-haired woman held up the unrolled paper to the oranging light streaming through the large window, a satisfied grin on her lips. She turned back to Abashai. "Well done my dear, dear man. This information will certainly give us leverage with the Nitrozians, and just in time for our meeting tonight."
She rolled up the paper again and turned to a slave woman holding an infant boy, exchanging the scroll for the baby. The cruel delight Kialandra displayed at the thought of crushing a rival was briefly replaced by the soft doting of a mother. After brushing the child's round cheek with a long-nailed finger, the Black Sun agent's countenance once again grew determined as she looked up at Abashai.
"You need to get ready, you will be accompanying me. I don't want an Ebonstryfe escort. You will be more than sufficient. Besides, you are aware of my particular interests, I need your beautiful eyes and ears there tonight."
Abashai smiled slightly and bowed his head. "As you wish, my mistress," He replied with a hint of insincerity. His hand reached to stroke the head of his infant son, then he turned on his heels and left the bedchambers.