@maverickmontana
Abel was drunk. He’d drank with Bran for a couple of hours, and in his mission to keep up he’d managed to get himself into a terrible state. He was supposed to be heading to bed, but ended up in the training centre of all places. He’d snuck past the peacekeepers, had learned those skills years ago, and had become quite good at sneaking around.
He’d found the knives, which was a terrible thing, and after he’d managed to accidentally cut himself (just a small cut at the tip of his finger) he threw it, the knife flying right passed the target and then right passed someone’s head. “Shit— where did you come from?”












