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Myrdin
Myr squatted down, his gaze slowly panning over the small campsite.
Embers were still hot, though the fire had gone out what seemed to be hours ago. It was obvious that someone had been here just a short while ago, likely having left only that morning. His query, no doubt. There were dents in the grown from where she had slept, impressions within the dirt from where she had begun to walk away once more.
It had been a week now since he'd been sent from Alliria, a little more since the crime had taken place.
Murder was always a complicated topic, always something that people would rather ignore. Problem was, you couldn't really ignore it when it was a noble that got killed.
The Son of an Allirian Merchant Councilor, one of the richest men in the world. That was who had died. The City Watch had been all but useless, and so Myr had been one of a hundred bounty hunters and Mage-breakers that had been dispatched from the city. He was the first one of them here, though he knew others would soon follow.
"You're in a lot of trouble little lass." Myr said to himself with a shake of his head.
He had to get moving. Only the first one got the prize.
Embers were still hot, though the fire had gone out what seemed to be hours ago. It was obvious that someone had been here just a short while ago, likely having left only that morning. His query, no doubt. There were dents in the grown from where she had slept, impressions within the dirt from where she had begun to walk away once more.
It had been a week now since he'd been sent from Alliria, a little more since the crime had taken place.
Murder was always a complicated topic, always something that people would rather ignore. Problem was, you couldn't really ignore it when it was a noble that got killed.
The Son of an Allirian Merchant Councilor, one of the richest men in the world. That was who had died. The City Watch had been all but useless, and so Myr had been one of a hundred bounty hunters and Mage-breakers that had been dispatched from the city. He was the first one of them here, though he knew others would soon follow.
"You're in a lot of trouble little lass." Myr said to himself with a shake of his head.
He had to get moving. Only the first one got the prize.