Snippet #2459416

Dawn, in all it's glory, shone upon once more upon these cursed isles bringing to the light that which the shadows had hid. The sights and sounds of the locals going about their short lives had the half breed Davian Aeruion silently laughing. They were so ill equipped to deal with the darkness of night, so helpless before it's omnipotent presence. Instead seeking the bottle, the feasting tables, the embrace of sex, and whatever crutches got them through the darkness of the time of shadows. And those condemned to the night watch lit their lights, which only earned them scorn from him. After all the shadows were as easy to see in, why bother with the light? But the shadow blind fools only made his job easy, well more like his training really. For he was pickpocketing those upon crude walls and walking around the streets careless of what their own shadow hid.

This is far too easy, even a dark blind fool should not be this easy to steal from He thought as he shadow jumped from his hiding place between two of the lamps. The Shadowdancer always found it ironic that the deepest shadows were always between two lights. That the sliver of shadow created was so dense that a novice could clad themselves in it with so little effort. Appearing in the well of his mark's shadow Davian left the man poorer for his lack of caution and knowledge of what his own shadow hid.

Deciding that he had trained enough for this night, he had amassed enough coin to keep him going, the half elf strode into the light of the dawn. The Shadowdancer did wish briefly that he was in one of the royal cities of the various realms. Not only was there more coin to steal there were was always a contract to fulfil. Assassination was a far greater test of his ability then mere petty theft, not to mention it paid far more. But mere coin was not his only goal, he had in his sixty one years had earned more then enough. Then again he had a lot of life ahead courtesy of his elven blood.

But Davian's real reason for having set forth to these isles was not the paycheck. No it was the chance to succeed beyond the judgement of his clan. Sure the life of an assassin had it's perks but even his grey elf kin would not recognize those accomplishments. No he was here to truly make a name for himself beyond his infamy, and unknowingly trying in some sort of convoluted way prove himself more elven then human. The Shadowdancer would never admit to such a thing...even to himself.

Counting out the night's take the half elf decided he had enough to justify a stop at the local gathering. For he could use a glass of green nectar wine , his preferred crutch of choice. For it's taste reminded Davian of the lands his clan were wont to wander. He however never had drank more then three half glasses for at the same time it woke once more that desire to return home. And homesickness had no place in his shadowed heart at the moment.

The streets filling with people as dawn moved towards early morning and burned off the mists blowing in from the ocean the Davian unconsciously showed a slight sneer. If asked he might have passed it off as the scent of the unwashed masses offending his elven senses. His flowing and graceful stride marked him out amongst them and so might have backed up such a claim. But he was both broader of shoulder and features then his slender and delicate kin. The Shadowdancer was also a handspan taller then most of his clan. Those that pointed out such things were doing so at their own risk though. For he refused the human blood in his veins and had killed one woman who went too far in pointing out his human blood.

Stepping through the doors Davian eyed with approval the shadow draped sections of the place.