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Oi luoja taivaassa kerro miksi
loit minut tällaiseksi
laumaan kuulumattomaksi
lapsekseksi
puoliveriseksi
pelkäksi äpäräksi
joka ei ole minkään arvoinen!

Drab and colorless clouds hanged over the village of Bartov when Erys arrived. She had walked for a while now and wanted to rest her legs for a while. Town was just as plain as the weather- wooden houses in a neat rows, every single one either withered brown or moldy grey. Erys remembered her old home and smiled faintly. Life leads you to curious places. Ustalav is not the most beautiful of the nations of Inner sea, but Erys appreciated their attention to smaller details. Nobody asked too many questions around here either.

Erys stepped in dark room, only light eminating from weak fireplace in the corner. Vain Vampire was not a fitting name for tavern that looked like it was not cleaned since it's foundations were laid. Erys walked to a table, and petite maid came asking what she would like to drink. Minute later she had paid for her table with a glass of poison on it. Erys was not one for spirits. It distracted her and that was something she could not afford. Her scalera eyes watched the crowd, looking for potential threats. Couple of horsemen, one guardsman and trapper. No one looked like a seasoned warrior or a assassin. Erys rose from her seat and walked to the bartender and gave him a slip of paper, and then exited the building.

Wind was not ideal. That was going to be a problem, Erys thought when she climbed to roof of the thatcher's house. She let the rope hang there just in case and kicked her boots of. Small and daintly hooves tensed when freed from rough leather. Erys laid low on the edge of roof and opened her long bag. She took her musket and started loading it. Still the work took too much time, and was certainly going to be a problem some day. Erys eyed the inn cautiously, waiting to see what she was looking for. As she pulled the hammer down on the gun, she saw him. Human man in purple jacket walked to the Vain Vampire and vanished inside. Erys took aim at the door. Certain shot, if the wind holds. She waited. Her message lured the man in to the open, and now she only had to wait for the man to come out the door, annoyed and blustered for the dead tip I gave him. What took the man so long?

Suddenly, loud clang came behind the tavern. Erys instantly understood why he target was nowhere to be seen. Dammit! Erys leaped up and sprinted to her rope and swung down. Her cloven hoofs stroke sparks on the road as she ran behind the tavern. Only one road left out of there, and she heard faint huffing noises ahead the curve. Erys took her gun and shouted: "Jaroslav! Come out and I'll give you clean death!" She strode onwards, and realized that her quarry was running again. Erys ran after him. She leaped elegantly over some trash cans and landed with a tumble on the main road. Lot of witnesses. No time to think about that. Erys saw the purple coat of the man ahead her. Erys took knee, and aimed her gun. Moment of silence felt like forever when she breathed deeply. Loud bang killed the silence and men and women around her screamed in shock. Her target fell to the ground with loud thunk. Erys rose up and walked towards him, swinging her gun over shoulder and taking her axe from belt. Two guardsmen approached her, with readied halbers. "In the name of Count Lowls, I order you to stop!" Tall half-elf adressed her from behind them, wearing the same uniform as them. Captain, good. Erys flicked her wrist and pergament appeared in her hand.

"This man was Jaroslav the Thrush, serial killer. Wanted for his crimes in Brevoy, Lastwall and now Ustalav. I am legally appointed bounty hunter, and he was my quarry." She handed the papers to the captain. "You will see that all my paperwork is in order." Half-elf opened the scroll, and after a quick inspection, he looked directly at Erys. Erys's scalera eyes stared at him. Captain's eyes rose and looked directly at the scarf covering his broken horns. She realized that the elf knew. Erys took wider stance. Captain threw the papers at her legs. "Jaroslav was a friend of mine. Leave Bartov, hellspawn, and I might not hunt you down afterwards." Erys relaxed, and picked up her papers. She walked past the guards, and stopped at Jaroslav's corpse. "I will leave Bartov, captain. And you will not hear about me again." She put her hoof on the ribcage of the dead man. Erys swung her axe. "But I need proof the deed."

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