Twas a midsummer evening near the stroke of dawn, no person be found, farmers shopkeepers bartenders, none to meet. Then a smash of a window disturbed it all, outcome the guards bearing swords ready to maul, no person be found, no thief to strike, the guards fall back, uttering no sound. Yet the rogue being crafty hid by a wall, leaping out startling them all, bearing a knife he cut down them all, killing the guards like nothing at all. Deed done, he banished his blade, walked into the shop not intending to pay, outcomes a bag, pocketing it all, laughs at misfortune, grieving and
all. As all be looted he strolled out the shop, leaving a note, carved on a rock,
The note was encrypted "I am the assassin, bringer of death, taker of gold whom leaves nothing left, out I walk, not stopping to talk, I am the rogue from hell"
what did you think?
