A New King?

"Who are you?" A voice called out to Tyr, he clutched a dagger he had stolen off one of the corpses, ready to jam it into the throat of this person.

"There you are darling! Forgive him, he is drunk!" A woman apologized, he could tell she was a woman by her voice as he did not turn around. Tyr was visibly relieved because he was about to kill an innocent man.

He also knew that even while disguised, it was dangerous for him to remain on the street and thus got off it, using more of the shadow rather than moving where light reflected from the fire.

The bodies had been burned, and Signy had not arrived yet within the walls during this timeframe.

Tyr managed to climb the walls, it was crowded because everyone scampering to see what was happening and how the exchange would go down.

Tyr noted that it was almost time to act but he was curious as to what Askild had in mind.