[Manelwen]

This was the kind of excitement she was looking for. She looked with avid, yet morbid interest as the man went down clutching the gushing would, trying to staunch the flow of blood. He finally fell to the floor, and twitched; the last throes of his death descended on him like a carrion fowl to the dead. She stood and tip-toed around the pool of crimson blood that stained the floor, mindful of the full length of her white cloak.

Gushes of cool fresh air met her, and she greeted it with a deep breath and a smile. There was a woman just getting onto a horse and the man in the inn that she had seen was cleaning his bloody dagger. "You looking for trouble." He glanced at her malevolently.

A wolfish smile spread across her face. "Will it looks like you are, so if you think about barking up this tree then maybe you should look at what's up it first." She let the tip of her own trusted dagger flash in the latern light.

"I saw you at the inn, who are you?" He said, eyeing her warily.

"A passing traveller," Her cold eyes scanned him from the depths of her white hood. He turned away, his face flashing with sudden interest but cloaked with contempt made her smile, "Who is interested in what exactly you are so keen on protecting." She let her hand come out of the cloak and slowly she let the dagger drop from her hand, the chain clinking on her silver gauntlet until the top of the blade was a mere hair away from the mucky ground.