Chapter 7 *
It had been a day since Alison had killed Georgia. And for that whole day Alison had sat in Georgia’s house, plotting. Finally she had come to a conclusion. In the cold, dark night that came with the Faladorian winter she walked towards the great city. Guards stationed at the gate let her through without hassle.
Dim lights showed entrances to secret alleyways and dark figures down them. Then finally she turned right, down one of the alleyways until she met with a figure.
He was hooded and cloaked, his breath visible in the single light. Hidden underneath his cloak, Alison saw the hilt of a sword; silver, gleaming from its sheath.
“Yes?” he said quietly, not removing his hood. Alison looked up and down the alley, for possible witnesses and in general fear. This was not a place she had been before; she knew these people were dangerous.
“I have a job for you. In Port Sarim jail, there is a woman there. Cassandra McKenzie is her name. I want you to get her out and bring her to me. Don’t ask why. I’ll be at my house. It’s in Draynor. Just ask a local for Georgia’s house. They’ll tell you where,” said Alison, her voice turning from quiet to harsh after she said Cassandra’s name. The man chuckled for a minute.
“An easy job, I’ve done this before. I know the way out of that jail. What about my payment?” said the hooded man, before coughing into his gloved hand. Alison pulled a bag of money from within her pocket.
“Five thousand now, five thousand when you bring her to me,” said Alison, giving the bag to the man. He took it and put it under his own cloak. Alison nodded, turned, and walked out of the alley.
Adjusting his hood, he too walked out of the alley and towards the guardhouse. He would get in the same way he always did. There were two guards on patrol. Quietly he walked up behind the two. He swung a fist, making contact with the first between the bit of skin that separated his helmet and chainmail. Without a noise he slumped to the ground.
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