It was a pretty great day for the man sitting in the corner booth of the tavern who had recently come into wealth. He was living it up too, ordering drinks for everyone and enjoying the attention of various women. The man himself was an average dvergar who had just come into the tavern about three hours previously and took it over by storm. Every customer quickly loved the man, who bought round after round of drinks for them. In fact, the only one who had a grim look on his face was the dvergar who had just entered.
The new patron took a seat across from the wealthy man.
“The name’s Everin, I see you’re the star of the show here” said the newcomer while removing the hood he had been wearing.
“Indeed I am boy, ya see I’ve come into money and I feel like I oughta share the wealth” the rich man responded while holding the woman on his right closer as if it would somehow validate his status.
“Well, I have some information for you actually” Everin reported to him.
There was look on the other man’s face as if someone had just hit him with a sack full of iron. The grim look on Everin’s face shifted into a brilliant grin that would normally make women swoon over him. The grin keep attention on his face long enough for him to reach into his cloaks pocket.
“Exactly what information do you have for me” the rich one said with a concerned look covering his face.
“Oh, just a comment from your previous employer” Everin spoke as he got up from the table nearly as fast as he had arrived. However, there was a glint of metal as he stood. There were shouts in the tavern by the few who were near enough to notice and, less likely, sober enough to care. The knife was at the throat of the wealthy figure and Everin’s face was mere centimeters from his ear.
As the knife glided across the throat to kill the man the last line he heard was “You know, there’s a saying in our group: Never betray your brothers.” With that he turned to the crowd and said “Everyone’s drinks are on the dead man’s tab” before he put on his hood and walked out of the door. Everin questioned whether he would be pursued or not, more than likely though even if he was captured he could break out easily. Unlike his friend back at the bar, he had people he could rely on.
