Private Just a little Stroll

[Mathis Omin]

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'May the contents of this letter find well.
I have contacted you because we need protection.
There is an assassin after our family Deva.
Please help us.' - George Von Trimble of the Free States​

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This was the second assignment he had gotten since he made the Free Cities his residency. He was unsure where to put his faith—the Empire or the normal companies that patrolled these streets. The choice sounded simple but it was far from simple on many accounts. Adjusting his chainmail and jerkin, Mathis sauntered down the street as Rear Guard for the Trimble family exodus. So far he had dispatched three with his shroud-dampening blade, by the gods he struck gold finding this blade. On his right forearm was a blade-edged shield and scimitar in hand. His pace was measured and his senses spread out to pick up any more unwanted guests.

'Alright, Mathis.. You're still new to town, do not get sloppy.' The thoughts poked him like needles, his steps became lighter as he appeared to glide like a phantom. The cloak itself hid his weapons in their barren state to prevent alarm. Looking at the path before the group, he had spaced them out a guard between each person. A small gathering of 5 people made the passage towards the docks.

@Ilara Vangelis