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Nuala clenched her fists until her knuckles turned white; fat droplets of blood poured from the wound in her shoulder and onto the cold stone floor. With wild eyes, the Voidling stared down the man who stood by the hearth fire – the one who wouldn’t even look at her. ”You set me up,” the woman breathed with great difficulty and even though her words came out raspy, her voice did not shake from fear or pain, but anger instead.”I could have died in there, I could have–,” Nuala wanted to continue, but he shut her down with a simple, dismissive gesture. ”And perhaps you should have. I no longer require your services, and I suggest that, for your own safety, you stray away from Crocus from now on. Your kind is no longer welcome here.” His words were like another knife, but this one cut much, much deeper. Nuala the Voidling had experienced many human emotions on this day, but none of them could compete with the rage that was now building up inside of her. But rather than lashing out, the woman merely turned to leave. “The only thing that can save you now is time,” she hissed, “and no amount of money can buy you back the time you’ve just lost.” _____________________________________________________________ Two weeks had passed since then. Two weeks during which Nuala had been licking her wounds and brooding over her revenge plan. Taking down an entire underground organization of crime was by no means an easy task, especially when you were the only person on your team, but the female thief had no choice but to redeem herself in the eyes of every other potential client – she had to prove herself by showing that she was a force to be reckoned with. Nuala had reconsidered her plan many times and ultimately come to a conclusion – being bullied out of Crocus by a greedy crime lord was not an option and rather than allowing this to run her out of resources, perhaps it could give her a shot at obtaining some new ones instead. Nuala had never come into close contact with the Rune Knights and there wasn’t much she knew about them either; they were, by all means, a bunch of lawful idiots protecting the country and its grateful citizens. Rumor has it, however, that a Captain was currently visiting the holy capital. Nuala had done her research – a Captain was of higher rank than the majority of knights she had run into thus far, and they were quite rare as well. Protecting the city of Crocus was one of their many duties and surely this one would be thrilled to have an informant tell him about all the illegal things that were going on in a very particular part of the town. The Captain was going to grant Nuala an audience within the privacy of his chambers, away from prying eyes and eavesdropping pages. To maintain secrecy, not even he himself would know about this meeting until it was time to begin. Once her injury allowed it, Nuala had scouted the area in which she had spotted the Captain and trailed him throughout the days. It was evening when Nuala picked the lock to his apartment and swiftly slithered inside, closing the door behind her. The Captain himself hadn’t arrived yet and so the Voidling was left with a little bit more time to think about what exactly she wanted to say to him when he came home. |