Post by Brad the Inhaler on Dec 31, 2004 18:14:03 GMT
Tol'thien sat in a dark corner of the tavern, silent, his hood was up and he clutched his staff tightly. His smoke grey eyes flicked across the faces of the other patrons of the tavern. He had been sitting there for over two hours now, searching for the right person. Finally his eyes rested upon the oaken features of a herbalist as he walked in through the heavy wooden door. Tol'thien rose slowly to his feet as the large human sat down in a cubicle on the far side of the tavern. The dark elf weaved his way through the maze of tables that filled the midnight establishment. Coming to a stop outside the herbalist's cubicle he raised his hands and drew back his hood, displaying his shaven, heavily tattooed head, with it's single long braid at the back. He folded the hood up behind his ears and stepped inside the cubicle, sliding the door shut behind him. He sat down across the table from the herbalist and gave a poorly acted smile.
"Hello again, I trust you mother's owl is well?"
The herbalist peered at Tol'thien for a moment and replied.
"Yes, it's having it's wings clipped next Sunday."
The pair stared at each other's eyes as a package was passed from herbalist to elf.
"Is everything as it should be?"
The herbalist nodded.
"You have everything that I want?"
Tol'thien slipped the packge under his robes and looked across at the Herbalist.
"How much do you want?"
"ten crowns."
Tol'thien reached into his robes and drew out a pouch, he passed it under the table to the herbalist.
"There's nine, and I'll buy you a drink."
The herbalist grinned and nodded.
"Nothing foreign, just an ale."
Tol'thien smiled cruely at the herbalist and got to his feet, he drew his hood back over his head and walked out of the cubicle over to the bar.
"Give me two pints of ale."
The serving wench, she looked slightly orcish, frowned at Tol'thien, but went to pour drinks when he produced money. She set them upon the bar and took the coin away from Tol'thien, she then walked away to serve another customer. Tol'thien drew out the small package the herbalist had just given and carefully opened it, he took a small pouch labelled 'Gruthern' and opened it, inside was a pinch of dark reddish powder. The dark elf poured the contents into one of the ales and slid the package back into his robes, he swilled the ale round to mix the drug in and walked back over to the cubicle, he walked inside and set the drugged ale down in front of the herbalist.
"Bottoms up!"
The large human smiled and raised the pint to his lips, he downed a large quantity of the ale in one and then set it down upon the table again. Tol'thien closed the cubicle door and sat down.
"I'd be pleased to door more business with you future, master elf."
The large man drained the last of the ale and moved to stand up, suddenly he sat back down again and he began to twitch. Slowly he turned to face Tol'thien and sighed.
"You bastard!"
The herbalist spasmed and convulsed, then as suddenly as it had started he collapsed onto the table, dead. Tol'thien took a sip of his own ale and stoof up, he moved round to the herbalist and lifted him up off the table, he then began searching him. He retrieved his nine crowns, along with 11 of the herbalist's own. He also found several more bags of herbs which he stuffed into his pockets to check on later. He smiled at the dead human evilly.
"Humans are so predictable and stupid, it's a wonder they didn't die out centuries ago."
Tol'thien finished the pint of ale and put it in the herbalist's hand, giving him the appearance of being in a drunken stupor. The dark elf slid the cubicle door aside and walked out, shutting it behind him he exited the tavern, a mischevious grin on his shadowed face.
"Hello again, I trust you mother's owl is well?"
The herbalist peered at Tol'thien for a moment and replied.
"Yes, it's having it's wings clipped next Sunday."
The pair stared at each other's eyes as a package was passed from herbalist to elf.
"Is everything as it should be?"
The herbalist nodded.
"You have everything that I want?"
Tol'thien slipped the packge under his robes and looked across at the Herbalist.
"How much do you want?"
"ten crowns."
Tol'thien reached into his robes and drew out a pouch, he passed it under the table to the herbalist.
"There's nine, and I'll buy you a drink."
The herbalist grinned and nodded.
"Nothing foreign, just an ale."
Tol'thien smiled cruely at the herbalist and got to his feet, he drew his hood back over his head and walked out of the cubicle over to the bar.
"Give me two pints of ale."
The serving wench, she looked slightly orcish, frowned at Tol'thien, but went to pour drinks when he produced money. She set them upon the bar and took the coin away from Tol'thien, she then walked away to serve another customer. Tol'thien drew out the small package the herbalist had just given and carefully opened it, he took a small pouch labelled 'Gruthern' and opened it, inside was a pinch of dark reddish powder. The dark elf poured the contents into one of the ales and slid the package back into his robes, he swilled the ale round to mix the drug in and walked back over to the cubicle, he walked inside and set the drugged ale down in front of the herbalist.
"Bottoms up!"
The large human smiled and raised the pint to his lips, he downed a large quantity of the ale in one and then set it down upon the table again. Tol'thien closed the cubicle door and sat down.
"I'd be pleased to door more business with you future, master elf."
The large man drained the last of the ale and moved to stand up, suddenly he sat back down again and he began to twitch. Slowly he turned to face Tol'thien and sighed.
"You bastard!"
The herbalist spasmed and convulsed, then as suddenly as it had started he collapsed onto the table, dead. Tol'thien took a sip of his own ale and stoof up, he moved round to the herbalist and lifted him up off the table, he then began searching him. He retrieved his nine crowns, along with 11 of the herbalist's own. He also found several more bags of herbs which he stuffed into his pockets to check on later. He smiled at the dead human evilly.
"Humans are so predictable and stupid, it's a wonder they didn't die out centuries ago."
Tol'thien finished the pint of ale and put it in the herbalist's hand, giving him the appearance of being in a drunken stupor. The dark elf slid the cubicle door aside and walked out, shutting it behind him he exited the tavern, a mischevious grin on his shadowed face.