Sneaking Around in the Dark
― Darkness is a thick blanket that threatens to choke any who ventured out in it. If I wanted to, I felt I could cut it with one of my daggers. The moon above offers no light as I slip through the tangle of tents, the clink of my knives quieted for this mission. No one needs to know of my quest. In my hand rests a roll of parchment, the spider-web scrawl visible to my magic altered sight. The red writing, no doubt written in blood, holds a most precious secret, one I am assigned to protect with my [...].
