AZRAEL MOURNSTAR
Azrael return to his tent that night feeling defeated, exhausted.
There is no one in his tent. Some book to keep him company and some dishes to stave off hunger and tomorrow he has to try again.
Try and try and maybe they will listen. If only the factions don't meddle too much then maybe, he can make headway in persuading the other King.
Then suddenly wind rustle around Azrael tent.
There is movement, he concluded. The sound stopped and silence dawns. The silence lingered in the air, thick and heavy.
His eyes try to see.
Sound of slow footsteps, so stealth Azrael almost could not hear it, if he did not concentrate his hearing.
Quickly Azrael unsheathe his dagger and point it at the sound. In the Holy Land you may not kill. But it didn't say anything about hurting.
'Who's there?' he asked.