Chapter 39: A stranger in Critic Arley
Outskirt, An inn
Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire
A man clothed in black pants and a shirt reached a small inn on the outskirts of Critic Arley, he hopped down his horse, took it to a corner and tied it to a pole.
"How may I help you sire" a slender man asked, probably the owner of the inn he thought.
"I need a room for the night" the stranger requested with a smile. The slender man nodded and turned around having the stranger follow immediately.
"Finally I’m in Critic Arley!" he breathed his grin palpable, he watched the area with the interest of a tourist in a new town, his eyes became greedy whenever he saw children and then he would smile at the older women, he dragged his eyes away from them and stepped into his appointed room, there was a girl in it.
’Special treatment for guests I hope’ he thought making his way to her but she felt him and quickly turned.
"Welcome sire your bed has been prepared for your comfort I hope you enjoy your stay," a younger girl told him, her dress flimsy eyes painted black, the stranger beamed sheepishly.
"Thank you I shall enjoy my stay" he promised as the girl turned around and left.
He stood in front of the properly made bed with a dagger in hand, his eyes switching between brown and red he smirked, dragging the tip of his index through the edge of the blade
The Lord wouldn’t know what hit him, so he better be ready, besides its best to catch the most feared man off guard that way he would be brought down unexpectedly when his mind was settled and he felt most safe.