Kaldon had talked to several men sent by his father. He had gotten all the information he needed, and had not been seen by anyone. That is, until he saw Arlómë talking with Bali, give him a suspicious look and leave the inn.
Kaldon now knew that he had been spotted. He was no longer safe in the company. I will have to leave the work to Belfalod, and hope that he wouldn't make the same mistake of being too obvious.
Kaldon hurried to his room, grabbed some things and shut the door, locking it.That may buy me a little time. He had failed to complete his mission within the group but had left a traitor in their midst, and one that Hogar (whom he now did not trust) did not know. He would now have the harder job of making the journey on his own. But that really didn't bother him.
Kaldon was making for the back stairs when he spotted the elf Burzdol coming up them.
"Where are you going, Kaldon." Burzdol's voice was heavy with suspicion.
"Going out for the night, where's none of your business." The elf made to stop him, but Kaldon had a knife in his hand and hurled it at him. Burzdol dodged it. And came at him.
The elf had exceptional fighting skills, dispite his lack of a weapon. He came at Kaldon with a series of punches, twists and flying kicks that would have proved deadly to an ordinary foe. But Kaldon was no ordinary foe. He dodged the blows and landed as solid kick into the elf's face, sending him crashing to the floor.
But as Kaldon came at him to finish him off with his second knife, Burzdol swung his one leg upward. It missed Kaldon's head but connected with his hand, sending the mattock into the wall. Kaldon reached down and grasped his arm and leg, and threw the elf at the far wall, but Burzdol twisted around and hit it feet first, landing on the floor in a crouch.
Kaldon then rushed him. Burzdol side-stepped, but Kaldon moved in sync with the elf and landed two more hard punches into his face. The elf hit the floor, hard. Retriving his mattocks, Kaldon made to throw one at him had not Burzdol leaped up again. Wipeing the blood off his pummled face, the elf (seeing the knives in his hand) disappeared down a stairwell.
The man fled the opposite way, not worrying about the alarm that would soon be sounded. He went out the door and disappeared into the night.
[ February 28, 2003: Message edited by: Himaran ]
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