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Enter the AssassinAwakened by his sudden movement, I get up and look at him through the darkness. He looks back, not saying a word. He leaves the tent and I'm left alone for a moment.Enter the Assassin by dreadedVulture
Quickly, I pull on leather slippers that have shaped to my feet and follow him through the woods.
He moves quickly, and I manage to follow him despite my lack of agility or dexterity. I am, however, quiet.
He takes to the trees, now, and I struggle to follow him. Once he's high up, though, he can't come down without me going first. He can't just jump from tree to tree either, there's no way they would hold the weight of a full-grown man at this height.
I climb into the branches across the trunk from him and put a hand on his shoulder. He doesn't shudder at the touch, nor does he brush it off. He's surrendering.
"You shouldn't have come. It's not safe," he breathes, barely audible over the howling of wolves and the winter winds through the trees.
"I wasn't going to stay behind while you got to have all the fun," I reply, ma