[Dark-Caranthir]

Mornovarion clambered through the elf's open window. He crept silently through the room.
This was the older woman's room, the other two must be in the room next door. He walked silently over to her bed. He placed his knife on her throat just enough to wake her up. Her eyes slowly opened, but there was no terror in them.
'She must have known I would try and kill her' thought Mornovarion.
"Who else knows? Who did you tell? Tell me or I'll cut your throat," Mornovarion asked threateningly, but the woman would say nothing.
Eventually Mornovarion cut her throat. Her eyes rolled back into her head. Mornovarion checked for a pulse, but there was none.
He began to weep as he realised what he had done, but the voice spoke; "Fool, now is not the time for crying, she won't have told anyone,apart from those girls, you'll need to kill them to,"
Crying, Mornovarion crept through into the other room where the two women were sleeping.
He decided speed was now more important, and quickly slashed both of their throats. They didn't give up life as easily as the older woman had though. The second one had screamed before he had chance to kill her.
The door creaked open, and the bartender looked in. "I heard noise an..." His eyes widened in shock. Mornovarion leapt towards him, dagger outstretched. The dagger caught the fat man square in the chest. Mornovarion pulled it out quickly, he would die soon enough, and clambered out the window and clambered down the side of the building.