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[Wiros Bismove]

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Garack Filneer, an honest and wealthy merchant, at one point or another anyways. Now, however was a different story. Garack had been taking his, MORE than fair share more frequently as of late. Gathering as much wealth as he could, and getting ready to leave in a hurry. His businees was waning and he knew it, soon he would be found out for his " Borrowing " here and there. His associates would come for him, and they wouldn't be very happy about it. What if they already had? The thought was more than a little disturbing to him. He looked around making sure everything he needed for his trip was packed up. He remember he had left his merchants trophy in his store room, a quick glance outside told him he had to be quick lest he miss his ship to Nu'Jelm.
Moonglow was a nice place he thought, and he would miss it. The Situation however had grown beyond his control.
A torrent of feelings burned through Wiros' mind, ranging from hate, to disgust, to mild admiration for the fat merchant. From Wiros' perch in the rafters of the store room, he could see the merchant,
What was his name again? Gafack? Shaking his head clear of unimportant things, Wiros' could no longer see the fat pig of a man he was to kill. This was his first actual assassination, he was being payed quite a lot of gold by this mans affiliates... Although Wiros' knew he had not been informed to the full extent of this mans treachery or whether he was even guilty at all, He decided it didn't matter. He was an assassin, and he was being paid to kill someone, this was the nature of his profession. Although he could no longer see Garack, he knew he was in the other room still, and he also knew that he would come in looking for his merchants trophy which Wiros' had UN-packed so generously for him and placed here, leaving the door open just enough so the shine from the sunlight would catch the fat man's eye.
Garack waddled his way towards the store room door, he reached for the doorknob and pulled the door open rather quickly, having thought he had closed it all the way. Shrugging it off as bad memory, he walked in unsuspecting of the tragedy to befall him. Garack reached for his trophy and held it with grand admiration. Some of his feelings were of guilt for not really earning the merchants award fairly, but oh well he thought, better to have it than not to right? Garack felt a sharp prick and heard a sound resembling a butchers knife as if it were slicing through a tender Ham, before he had realized what had just happened he turned and felt a crushing pain envelope his body, then it was darkness.
Wiros watched at Garack waddled into the room, and decided it best to wait until he had the trophy in his hands so that he might be completely distracted in thought as Wiros made his move. Wiros watched as garacks fat fingers cradled the trophy as if it were a baby, he thought he even heard him talk to himself, but that was besides the point. He silently unsheathed a poisoned dagger, and squinted as the fumes from the poison were still fresh on the blade. He dangled it out from the rafters and simply dropped it straight down. it fell without a sound, the blade dropped right into the mans neck above his spine. He focused his negative energies toward the portly man, and extended a trembling hand, then just as Garack had turned to face his assailant he was wracked with fatal pains from the inside out. Garack fell lifeless to the ground, and Wiros' had dissapeared just as quickly as it had all transpired...
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