To The Hilt

Nia kneeled in the muck before Janthor's fallen body and gripped the dagger in his guts by the hilt, removing it with a slick "splootch" of blood. She didn't think she'd need it, but with the sun setting fast any torch light would flicker across it's gleaming steel like a beacon giving away her position and she needed to make up for plenty of lost time.

Wiping the blade clean, she jammed it between her ruck and belt before grasping the rock wall surrounding River City. Gaining a hold, Nia made short work of the outer wall and was up and over it before the last rays of the sun disappeared completely.

She ran along River Cities perimeter until she heard the Dark Guard on their mounted patrol. It was only then she allowed her self to stop, for however a brief moment, awaiting the Dark Guard patrol to pass by her possition none the wiser.

Nia didn't dare close her eyes, for the events of the last twenty four hours played out behind her closed lids like a drama play in the city center of hell.