Post by Carlotta on May 29, 2006 14:36:40 GMT -5
The evening had started out as so many prior. Having gotten off work from the Dockside, she traveled to the Dragon Inn where she spent much of free time, or working behind the bar. Which was how the night had started, serving all the patrons that entered. Then a much needed break had her intermingling with the patrons.
It would be with some of the regulars that she spent her time. Moving from one conversation into another. Getting caught up in a dramatic situation, in which those who were once strangers, were now aquaintances and perhaps eventually friends.
As the even wound down, soon the Inn would be left to enjoy the rest of the evening out on the porch. Again sharing conversation with a newly made friend, and that was where the evening took a drastic change for the worse.
It was while in the midst of a friendly debate that it happened. From somewhere in the darkness, by an assailant that was still unknown or the reason as to the why. A small dart would be released with perfect precision. The tip to embed deeply into the soft flesh of her throat. That which was tained with a fast acting, leathal poison.
Like a lead weight she dropped moments later. Breaking out into a cold sweat. Tanned features had paled to become clammy. Breaths shallow as they slowly began to become labored. Friends would be those who quickly interacted. Their intervention would be that which saved her life. This time.
There was still the needing to know the why's and who's of the situation. Why was she attacked? Who ordered the hit? That would help to gain an understanding as to why anyone would wish to take her life. Or at least pay to have it done, since it was evident it was a proffessional hit.
