Not all that lies in shadow, is evil..
Cynraede watched as the group of bandits sat around the table. They stuffed their mouths with foods and drinks, barely chewing as they feasted on a rather plenteous bounty. Their leader had made his way up a stair case into his small camp, in hopes of getting away from the 'lesser' bandits. He slowly crept in the shadows in the ruins, making his way to the stairs to see what the leader knew. He leaned into the room quietly as he began searching for the man, whom sat at his small makeshift desk. He waited until he walked over to his bedroll, keeping only the small candle lit near him on his desk as he rolled over and nodded off.
He sat quietly in the chair close to the desk, ousting the cande with his pointer finger and thumb. The room grew dark instantly and one could not see even his hand infront of his face as the bandit leader woke, striking a match to re-light the candle, seeing the intruders face. Cyn moved quickly, bashing the mans face with his fist and covering his mouth as he looked him in the eyes. "Speak quickly and this will be over soon. You were keeping a man here, greying hair and beard, well dressed and armed." He hissed as the dim candle barely lit the room, just enough for the man to see the bandaged hand pressed against his move move just enough for him to speak. "He ain't worth me life! They took him to one of the other encampments, east of here. I swear it!" He man cried softly, half begging for his life. Cyn looked down a the man as he shook his head. "You're ilk have no place in this world. Begone." He whispered as he plunged the dagger into his chest, keeping his hand over his mouth until the writhing stopped.
