Swift, clean and perfect. That’s how Tavian slit the throat of the guard outside the duke’s quarters. It had been a quiet night - moonless sky, only one guard and an almost conspicuous silence in the house – too quiet for Tavian’s liking. He reached for his pocket and produced a small case. He opened it and found his trusted lock picking tools. Quickly, he slid them into the lock on the door to the duke’s bedroom and started prodding.
“C’mon…c’mon…” he mumbled repeatedly, trying to find the right position inside the lock. Click. Tavian’s eyes lit up at the almost melodious sound. I still got it, he thought. He stored the tools back to the case, the case back to his pocket, and scanned around the hallway once more. Silent. Still. Carefully, Tavian slowly opened the door. The inside was even darker than the hallway. A problem for humans, but thanks to Tavian’s infra-vision – a common feature among the halflings – he could clearly make out the duke’s chambers. How the duke was picky. Nothing in the room was left by mistake. Every piece of furniture was carefully placed around the bedroom. In the centre, lied the big canopy bed, with the duke lying on it. He picked his way to the duke’s side, careful not to make a sound.
Easy peasy, the rogue thought. The duke was fast asleep, fully covered by his blankets. Tavian pulled them carefully. He didn’t want to disturb the duke’s sleep. At first look, the duke’s eyes resembled pretty much Tavian’s own eyes, but a more close look revealed them as a reflection on something shiny, something sharp. Tavian knew this katana all to well, the runes on the flat side of the ornate weapon revelling it has a weapon of the Nartak family.
“Razel!” Tavian said, frozen in place. Slowly, the elf climbed out of the bed, gaze locked on Tavian’s eyes, katana rested on Tavian’s neck. From a door to the side of the room, the duke and two guards stormed into the chambers.
“My God, Razel!” the duke screamed “You were right! Someone wanted to murder me!” he turned to the guards “Arrest the halfling!” he screamed again.
Stunned, Tavian could only watch as the guards dragged him from the room. How could he fight back? Razel had whispered a stun incantation as he rose from the bed. He smiled right back at Tavian, still congratulating his genius once more.