Two hours after dusk I caught sight of stealthy figures making their way across the rickety bridges spanning the ruins. I gave them as long a head start as I could bear then I headed back in after them. They were waiting for me on the next level down from where I had been held, clad in the same Nightingale armour, though they had both removed their masks whilst they waited.
Brynjolf leapt forward as I strode down the stairs, arms reaching out for me. But I couldn't bear the thought of anyone touching me, not even my best friend, my mentor, my confidante. I stopped short of Bryn's embrace, three steps higher than them. Brynjolf frowned at me but remained silent and Karliah didn't bother with the pleasantries, getting straight to business. "Mercer's been here," Karliah murmured in her soft tone, "I hope we're not too late."
"About those bandits back there…" I hesitated, reluctant to tell them what had happened to me. Fortunately Karliah already had her own explanation, "Brynjolf and I found them like that. Mercer's doing." She clearly thought I was accusing her of slaughtering them. If only she knew. I merely shrugged. Brynjolf was still frowning at me, perceptive enough to know something was off with me. I ignored his gaze, moving between them to open the next set of doors, never looking back, "We need to catch up to Mercer. Now."
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Re: The Die is Cast 13/13
Date: 2013-05-12 05:03 pm (UTC)Brynjolf leapt forward as I strode down the stairs, arms reaching out for me. But I couldn't bear the thought of anyone touching me, not even my best friend, my mentor, my confidante. I stopped short of Bryn's embrace, three steps higher than them. Brynjolf frowned at me but remained silent and Karliah didn't bother with the pleasantries, getting straight to business.
"Mercer's been here," Karliah murmured in her soft tone, "I hope we're not too late."
"About those bandits back there…" I hesitated, reluctant to tell them what had happened to me. Fortunately Karliah already had her own explanation, "Brynjolf and I found them like that. Mercer's doing." She clearly thought I was accusing her of slaughtering them. If only she knew. I merely shrugged. Brynjolf was still frowning at me, perceptive enough to know something was off with me. I ignored his gaze, moving between them to open the next set of doors, never looking back, "We need to catch up to Mercer. Now."
I had vengeance to exact.