Ok so I won't go over my hatred of river delta politics, some day I will but that day is not today (because its my go to threat, if you know me I threaten people all the time to divulge them of this petty and long winded complaint). So I'll set the scene I was cold as all get out from having taken a bath in a running stream close to night time (not like doing it during the day is any warmer, but you know whatever), trying to stand next to my fire to warm up when I decided to look over the details of who they wanted me to kill. A councilman! A freaking Red Hand, God's upon this earth, COUNCILMAN!
So I screamed, I raged, I stubbed my toe (which caused more rage though vastly more local and immediate). I was so angry I didn't even notice I was no longer alone. Yes I'm a huge child, I got mad enough to ignore the group surrounding me. They were dressed in plain clothes, looked like a group of travelers, except for the weapons they all had out, which spoke to assassins hiding in plain sight (or farmers who really liked the quiet, I rolled the dice and figured more likely assassins). Fighting naked is hard, fighting naked without a weapon, a stubbed toe, and chilled from having a dip in an ice cold creek? Even harder.
No witty lines, no calls for coming together or anything, I just ran for my sword and they rushed in to fight. I could tell from meele weapons over fire arms these were most likely Red Hand assassins (because the Red Hand just never ever gave up the ideal that fire arms were beneath them). How they had found me, or knew that I was after them is probably because Ronerawth had a traitor (or intentionally leaked that I was after them, see they tell The Red Hand I'm coming that way if I succeed they tried to warn their "ally"). Either way I didn't have a lot of time to figure out their motives, I was a little busy not dying.
There were six of them, all coming in at different angles. The first one to reach me got to me just as I got my sword. He was not very competent with a blade (not that I'm that great, but I've had some training in all my years), and I was able to diarm and gut him with no problem (for a brief moment I wondered if they were just simply farmers with weapons). The others were closing the gap fast, but I'm a user of fire, that just meant they were getting close to a not so obvious trap! See the thing with using an element is that when there are other things of your element nearby you have a plus as it were. I've seen ice users shred entire forces in a rainstorm, which is to say that a group of men approaching the campfire of a fire user, not exactly a great idea.
The flames rose up and over them like a sea of death, they screamed briefly and then their charred corpses were all that remained (for those keeping track I was let out of prison for not committing murder to then directly kill 6 people, politics!). In hindsight murdering them with fire wasn't the greatest idea, because any proof of why they were there was destroyed (woops), also the smell was terrible. If you've never smelled roasting bodies, consider yourself lucky. Its a way of saying I moved on fairly fast, didn't even bother to put out my fire (thankfully I didn't hear about some huge brush fire that destroyed blah blah blah, not like I really cared, but you know all this collateral damage might come up some day).
I made my way north again (I hated having to go to Red Hand territory but it seemed like thats all I freaking did anymore, I honestly started thinking of just living up there for the inevitable need for me to return). I knew I needed the help of Morley, and I knew he was going to make me eat so much shit (hopefully not literally but you never know) for asking, but if anyone knew how to kill someone powerful and get away with it, it was Morley (aside from me, though he's mocked me before by saying that I'm not worth his time to bother killing, clearly he's probably read of my exploits, self burn!) Plus at the very least I could possibly drag him into it by value of me showing up on his door step, so you know win win.
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