"War for the Throne" Chapter2 origin ver.(10)
Thane dropped to his knees.His ears rang.He tasted blood.
"Thane!"Sil dived between Thane and the bandits,sword drawn and clutched in trembling hands."Get away from him!"
"Aw,brave little mouse."The weasel cackled,knife flickering between his fingers,"You'll be fun."
"Sil...run..."Thane forced out.
"But-"
"Go!"Thane put the last of his strength into raising his voice to a commanding tone.
Sil whimpered,gaze passing from Thane to the bandits and back again.Finally he slowly backed away,then turned and fled.
Thane toppled over,rolling onto his back.His vision started to dim.He heard the weasel speak to the other bandits,"Let him go.We got what we came for."He bent over Thane,his face filling the wolf's sight."The Winter Wolf...Hah!I'm almost disappointed.But still,you're going to make ri-"
There was a soft thud.The weasel cut off abruptly and looked away,knife raised,as Thane's vision faded faded to black...
The sun was high above the tent city when Skeeve approached the table where Mercurio sat.The rat had been killing time playing dice with some other travelers.Spotting Skeeve,he collected his winnings from the table,"Thank you for your time,gentlemen.Maybe we'll play again some time."He scooped his dice into a cup.With just a flick of the wrist they were a familiar weight tucked away in his sleeve,replaced by an identical set.He set the cup back on the table and pushed himself to his feet.