Iliae closed her eyes and sighed as she set down yet another empty glass, her hand falling away from it only to tap the counter twice. It had been several days since she’d had to bother herself with actually speaking to the inn’s staff- after all, they knew what she wanted and she was good to pay for it. The bar maid quickly took the glass from her, and refilled it. Lifting the glass, the grizzled archer hadn’t so much as taken a sip before abruptly slamming it back onto the counter.
The expression on the barmaid’s face was that of little surprise as Iliae rose from her chair and quickly stumbled her way out through the service entrance and inevitably to one of the many waste buckets that lie beyond the door. Falling to her hands and knees, the contents of her stomach were quickly expelled- leaving her in a dizzying state of mental sobriety. Iliae hated that the most. Rising back to her feet, she shakily pulled a dirty handkerchief from her glove and wiped herself clean.
After taking a long minute to regain her composure, Iliae faltered her way back to the door. Leaning against the frame, she scowled at the sight that now lay before her.
Standing opposite of her, four Blood Knights stood questioning the innkeeper- their ranking member extending a small poster to her. Watching them carefully, Iliae’s stomach lurched as the woman nodded before turning and lifting a finger, pointed directly at her.
An eruption of swear words followed as Iliae backtracked, the Knights already drawing their swords as they rushed towards the service entrance after her. Scrambling, Iliae struggled to hold herself together as she pulled herself over the low wall separating the inn from the square.
She had always been fond of the Falconwing Square for one reason: The anonymity it provided. On any given day young men and women flowed in and out from the North to continue their training, while the guards were often too occupied with the remaining Wretched of the ruins to pay much note to any other crimes that occurred in the small settlement. Despite this, the Blood Knights often left the area to fall to squalor, from either lack of jurisdiction or interest; it was perfect.
Now, her peaceful refuge was that no longer. Landing in a crouched position, Iliae Duskryder found herself surrounded- a half dozen swords pointed at her.
“Iliae Duskryder, Captain of the Ebonhawk Vanguard, we hereby place you under arrest for treason against the Horde and its allies.” A gruff, voice stated clearly before two of the guards moved aside to make room for the Knight-Master.
Iliae stood slowly, her hands raised in front of her as she silently calculated her odds for escape. It wasn’t good. Sighing, she quickly raised a hand to the small, runed stone that hung from her ear.
“Xynrael…we have a problem.”
