Valar cursed, the rain pouring down was not improving his mood. He had only been released from prison a week before and had only 1 day to rest before he had to start travelling to the gathering point, some elven village called Luvrance. Thinking back at his last visit to the assassin's guild hall he shuddered, the senior assassins were... polite to him. They probably hoped he would die in this mission becouse of the shame he had brought to the guild after his faillure to assassinate the king.

Removing the guild from his thoughts Valar thought about the mission, the magistrate in the prison had only been willing to reveal that it had to do with some general from that new race. He of course had heard the rumors about this new race that waged war against the human kingdom and the undeath empire, but he had never given much thoughts about politics, he was only in the business to kill political figureheads and nothing more.

Valar suddenly sat straightened in his saddle, he had heard something... A figure fell out of a tree and Valar already had his daggers in hand when the figure landed on the ground. It was an elf. "Stay your blade, I'm a messenger from king Yurrak."

Valar cocked an eyebrow but did nothing to return his daggers to their sheaths. "A messenger? Then what's the message."

The elf bowed his head. "I, and others have been assigned as escorts to those requested to the gathering point."

'others? interesting...' Valar bowed his head in greeting and sheated his daggers. "Okay, fine by me lead on."

The elf looked at him. "I'm afraid something has to be done first." He pulled out a roll of parchment and read it out loud. "By order of the king, the assassin Valar Velarrin should give all of his weaponry to the escorts or be executed at once." That said several more figures dropped from the trees, more elves with weapons in hand and watching Valar carefully.

Valar looked at the escort. "Excuse me? My weapons, why would I have to hand over my... Oh this is about that whole 'assassin caught outside the king's bedroom' thing isn't it?"

The elf escort nodded. "I'm afraid it is, your weapons will be returned after the meeting."

Valar uttered a growl. "They'd better be!" Two armed elves moved towards him holding a large sack in which Valar deposited his weapons, except for 2 daggers which he had hidden in his left boot and the other hidden in his armgauntlet. Valar turned to the elf escort. "Satisfied?"

The escort looked at the armed elves who looked into the sack and nodded. "I'm indeed satisfied milord, please follow me."

Valar smiled under his mask and urged his horse to follow the escort.

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