Time for another update!
I’ve been once again neglecting my legendary being-posts. Seeing how my motivation has waned a bit concerning those, I’ve been thinking about turning them into a monthly thing instead, possibly bi-weekly, as this series. There’s just not enough time to write everything I want to write… I will put them on hold for now, but fear not, as I will still be posting any new writing. That, my dear reader, I promise.
Moving along — Please enjoy the last part of Liannas story. Here’s a link to the first part.
Even though the tavern had reminded her of her uncle’s old shack from the outside, it had – luckily – none of the rats or the cobwebs inside.
The room was bustling with the type of noise you’d expect from your everyday Nihillian Tavern: drunkards cheering, prostitutes seducing innocent boys barely of age, and bone-headed fighters trying to start trouble.
When Nilassa had been nothing more than a runt of the Night she – like most of the others – had imagined it would be difficult to commit murder in a place like this. Yet, as she had soon learned, the opposite held more true. While the liveliness of a tavern admittedly did make it harder to sneak around, it also made it easier to stab someone in the back and leave before anyone noticed. People where usually too drunk, or too interested getting inside some dim-witted virgin’s pants, to notice someone being murdered right under their noses. At least when the murderer was one of the Night Mother’s.
Nilassa walked straight up to the tavern’s serving counter, snapping her fingers.
“A jug of your finest wine, and don’t let it be that horse-piss you call Nihillian’s finest.”
The innkeeper, looking offended, soon reclaimed control over his expression as he saw the golden coin she slide over the counter – and responded with a smile worthy none but the deities themselves.
“Coming right up, milady.”