The Epic of Dalen Grey

I didn't want to waste anytime today. There is another man out there I must bring in. I had some leads and information, but there wasn't anything I knew for sure. I knew one person that had alot of knowledge of the city that might be able to help.

"Ondre, I need your help finding someone."

"Did you make another enemy Dalen, I don't want another thug with a grudge coming here to kill the both of us."

"He can do a thing to you if I get to him first."

"Sometimes I am surprised you don't bring back roaming death squads with you. I'll help with what I can."

I told him about the deal that went down in the ally the clues the other guy game me. Ondre had a few leads on that as well. After alittle discussion, we narrowed the list of information down to one very likely hideout. I took that information and went to catch my target.

I got there and I noticed that the building he was hiding in was really close to one of the Dragon Foot Clan hideout buildings. It's not enough to worry about, Just something I have to watch out on. The building he was in was a three story brick build with wood floors and walls. It was very large for this city, but it housed many people. This must be rentable living for the residence. I went up the stairs to his room. After knocking on the door, I saw his face appear as it was opening.

"I'm under attack, send reinforcements!" he screamed.

Our swords clashed and as I dueled with him. I slashed his left leg and then cut his arm. I noticed the sound of footsteps running up stairs and I know that time is runnling low. With one poke into his other leg, he was too inJured to stand. I stabbed him on the ground and started to leave. In the hall way blocking my escape, I saw five or six armed men. It's not a fight I want to have. The room has a window, and my only hope is to leap to the next building.

I landed with little inJury and I had to run along the top of the buildings for alittle ways til I found a way down. I escaped for the moment, but if any of them recognized me, there would be a roaming death squad knocking at my door tonight.

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