Chapter 381: [Bonus - ] The Ashen Whisper (III)
Part 3: The Whisper and The Valour
Hundreds of gold coins shuffled and jingled into place within the small wooden chest. A hand with gold rings dipped into the chest and scooped up a few pieces to make it rain within.
The man who did it gave a wide grin and looked ahead. The headdress wrapped around his head had a dark blue symbol of two crescent moons facing in opposite directions. He looked to a skinny robed man with an exposed tattoo of a sunset on his thumb.
Dusk light filtered into the room through wooden blinds, painting it in oranges. Dozens of men stood on opposite sides, behind the two men on the chairs. The man with the sunset tattoo, safely hid a pouch under his robes.
All those within the small room kept their heads in a swivel, armed with crossbows they were. There was only one door—locked; only one window—covered by wooden blinds.
The two men got up and took what they had bartered for.
...
One snapped his fingers and his men circled around him in protection whilst the man with the tattoo crossed his arms and waited for them to leave.
"Knock-knock."
Every pair of eyes in the room darted to the door immediately. Which is why they were unaware of—"CRASH!"—the shadow that overtook the orange light of the room.
The window shattered and in came a whirling frenzy of sand that dropped off a figure in the centre. The form shrouded in sand rolled into the side of the room; her parted dark hair got flipped back and away from her gaze.
None saw her eyes—only the swift strikes from a crescent-shaped blade of sand. Eight men dropped to the floor in an instant, with their throats leaking sanguine fluid.