Unknown p.o.v. some years ago...

I sit in a dark, shadowed, corner of the small, but busy inn. My hood falls over my face, doing well to conceal my identity, in the dark corner. I'm on a very important... Mission, you could say.

I have traveled to a small village of men, in search of a well-known assassin. An important Ally. I've been listening for hours. Waiting for anything concerning this assassin, to be said, but so far, nothing.

Just then, I pick up the sound of the nearby inn door swinging open. My eyes dart to the door, as a figure clad in black, and heavily armed, carrying a crossbow. The person lays their crossbow across the table.

A few minutes pass, people murmuring quietly to each other, mostly concerning this dark figure. Staring at them, as if we're a ghost. Then someone finally stepped forward.

This ought to be good

I think, taking a sip of ale, from my mug.

"We don't want your kind here elf."
The large man growls, pointing to the inn door.

"Leave now, before we make you."

"What makes you think that I'm an elf?" The figure asks, running a finger along their crossbow.

"I've seen you around here before. You cause trouble, and mayhem everywhere you go."
I scoff, rolling my eyes at the thought that being a troublemaker automatically makes you an elf.

"That is kind of the point. I am a troublemaker, and I love what I do.
The figure says, turning to the man.
Something about the figure must have startled him, as the man began to back away slowly.

The figure turns back to their crossbow, until a man with a thick, black, beard, slams a knife through the table.

" you heard him elf." The man spat.

"We want you to leave. "

This only caused the figure to lean back, putting his feet on the table, crossing his arms behind his head.

Now this is someone i like

"And I don't want to leave. I quite like it here actually. Now if you would be so kind as to get away from me, I will reconsider throwing you out of here myself." At this, the man grabbed the figure by the collar, throwing him from the chair.

"What are you going to do elf?
There's only one of you and..."
The man looks to the other men around him. There has to be at least twenty men.

The figure gets up, looking around, and I half expect him to collect his crossbow, and leave.

"This is your last chance elf. Are you going to Leave?"

"Now come on gentlemen can we not solve this like civilised folk?"

The men step forward.
"Alright then, we'll do this your way."

The bearded man lunges at the figure with his knife. The figure easily disarms the man, slamming his head against the table, and the man goes down.

Two more men step forward, ready to use their fists. The figure uses one arm to block a blow from the first man, and the other, to pull the second man into the first, sending them both crashing to the floor.

"This is your last chance elf." A man with a sword warns.

"I thought I already used my last chance?"

The man roars, charging with his sword drawn.

The figure draws their twin swords, taking an arm, and a leg, clean off the man. The man screams in pain, falling to the floor, along with his sword.
The figure calmly sheaths their swords.

"Now that I think about it, I don't like this place at all. Too crowded."

The figure retrieves their crossbow, kicking the bearded man, And exiting the inn. I wait for a moment-- not wanting to look suspicious-- before following them.

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