Garth had no time to celebrate his victory when his eyes nearly popped out of his head, and his body was flung lifelessly forward like a rag doll. Standing directly behind Garth was Kane, his obsidian maul in hand. He had used Kargill as a distraction to sneak up behind Garth and take him down from behind. He never even knew what hit him.
Everything had gone accordingly to plan. Both Kargill and Roven had followed Garth to Burthrope, the location where he knew Garth would gone to and the one he had given them earlier in the morning. The only thing he had not expected was for Kargill and Roven to do so well against the assassin. Kane had expected the two to weaken and tire Garth out, leaving him to pick up from there. But the two had obviously grown significantly stronger and had almost been able to defeat the assassin by themselves.
Kane's eyes shifted to the bodies of the two White Knights. Both of them were clearly unconscious, but they were alive and breathing, albeit weakly. Roven was tough and his thick armor would have luckily taken most of the blow, but there was no doubt he needed some quick medical attention. As for Kargill, he had no worries. He had magic in his blood and he healed unnaturally fast since he was an elf.
Kane removed his commorb from his pocket and dialed up the White Knight's post.
"Hello, this is Private Stall. How can I help you?"
"This is Captain Kargill and Roven of the White Knights," lied Kane in his best accent. "I am at the southern end of Burthrope and have the killer in custody. We are in need of medical assistance and transportation immediately."
"Got it sir, we will be right over," the private replied. Kane pocketed his commorb and then once again disappeared into the shadows. If he hurried he would be able to get back to Falador well before Kargill and Roven, and no one would be any the wiser about how he had helped capture Garth.
Everything had gone according to plan.
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