Delvar's Death

Soon after the sparring truly gets serious, the birds fly high, screeching as each one leaves. McGregor sees this as a sign, and rushes to the opening of the orchard, gathering his thrown weapons along the way. Xenia sees him rushing, and follows suit. The dwarf follows his instinct, and goes to the pub. The halfling rolls her eyes, assuming he just wanted to get drunk, and forced them both to hurry to do so.

Shortly after entering, no time to catch their breaths at the very least, Delvar tumbles in, limping and even more short of breath than the couple now sitting down. He staggers to them, and comments upon Xenia’s new muscular definition.

“Have you been working out Xenia?” The other dwarf asks, which follows with a smile from the halfling.

“Oh get on already, for all the nine realms, you don’t need to flirt with common whores Delvar.” McGregor responds before his companion can, simultaneously stopping her blush.

“There is war. It has begun. Keep your ear to the ground, my friends. There is nothing more I can do.” With his last muffled word, he falls forward. Daggers line his back, making the couple wonder how he survived for as long as he must have. Fear trills through Xenia’s bones, sending a shiver through her entire body, and settling in her jaw; making her lip quiver. Blood is dry on his jacket, showing it must have been a while since the initial throwing of the daggers.

The companions pick up his body in mutual agreement, and carry it out of the pub. Onlookers watch the hubub.