Hard to Escape

Anfey wiped his bloody dagger on the man’s shirt. He stood up and walked towards where he had been watching from earlier.

As he rounded the corner, he saw another man hurrying toward him with a jug of wine in his hands. "Look," the man said, grinning proudly. "Look at this wine. Some of the best."

"It's a bit murky, isn’t it?" Anfey asked.

"No way!" the man said. He raised the bottle to his eyes.

The bottle obscured his eyes, so he did not see Anfey making a move to slash his throat. He felt his body weakening, and when the bottle fell from his limp fingers, he looked at Anfey in confusion. He could not understand why Anfey would do something like that.

Anfey caught the bottle in his hand. He grabbed the man and lowered him to the ground, silent.

In the storage room, another man was cursing and rummaging through the room. Steaks were readily available to everyone, and didn’t seem to be available in this room.

Anfey pushed through the door and entered the storage room.