Magic. Deadly and mysterious. Tirian felt nothing, nor did his body perceive anything. The world around his mortal shell ceased to exist in his magically induced coma. None of the words spoken would enter the memory of a soldier tormented by his own demons, everything was silent. Quelled by the powers within Tirian’s very blood flow. A pair of eyes watched the group scurry upstairs from the distance, an unusual look upon her face, eyes staring at the limp body of a certain red-haired man. Lucille melded into the shadows of the inn’s bar, waiting for the right moment to follow the tattered group upstairs. Time ticked away, second by second until fifteen long and painful moments had passed.

Lucille crept up those wooden steps lighter than air with not a sound to be heard. She slithered across the floor to the sounds of muffled conversation. There would be not better chance than tonight for her mission. With haste she disappeared once more into the darkness and waited, silent and patient. Once more, time passed on, slower than anything imaginable. After many hours’ time scuffling of feet, struggling to move something heavy and limp. She waited for the noise to die down to nothingness, it was her chance to move. From a storage room, her eyes peaked out looking into the hall way. Tirian’s room was exactly fifteen paces away. 

The door was not locked, open passage allowing the pink-haired predator to slither into the darkened and silent room. On a lonesome bed rested the broken body of her target, a familiar face she’d learned to trust in once upon a time. Lucille closed the door slowly behind her own frame, and proceeded forward with slight caution. One step, to another and then unto another until a slender frame stood above another more muscular frame. Tirian, behind all the dirt and blood, looked peaceful. Lucille stopped in a sudden instant, dagger no more than an inch away from her target’s throat. A single droplet slid from the girl’s cheek falling every so gracefully down to the resting man’s chin. 

“You look so peaceful… What did they do to you back home…”

Lucille sheathed the dagger, removing her eyes from the sight in front of her and quickly disappeared from the room silent as death itself. Lucille looked forward to the brisk air of a deathly quiet night. She’d have to break those feeling and tether ties to her target if she were to ever complete this task. Hey eyes gazed up to the moon hidden by clouds. 

“Next time.”

That harsh whistle shattered the silence of Tirian’s desolate world. Eye’s snapped opened to reveal a blurry ceiling. Tirian groaned in mild annoyance as his body began to come alive. His muscles twitched as his torso lifted to a seated position. The haze of his vision cleared to a crisp picture, he wasn’t totally alone in this room. One seated and slumbering pink-haired female snored in one corner of the room. Tirian slid out of the bed, testing his balance before putting all of his weight onto the floor. Just as he went to move Lucille snapped to her feet quickly grabbing the soldier’s arms with her ice cold hands.

“You need to rest.”

Tirian forced a smile before sitting back to the bed.

“Sleep here all night?”

Lucille nodded slowly, yawning and then moving towards the door. 

“I’ll go tell midget man you’re up. Don’t move or I’ll kill ya, Got it?”

Tirian nodded with a more generous smile as the ill-spoken girl let the room. She rushed down the stairs and then quickly broke towards the dwarf. She was fast in her strides making the distance in next to nothing.

“Tirian’s awake.