Hey, I Need This
The sun has only recently set on the city of Camar, but it does not take long for the heat of the day to disappear. Already the light of dusk fades and the stone street grows cold underfoot. It is as good night for killing.
A man is walking down a narrow shortcut between buildings, whistling to himself. He rounds the corner out of the alley and towards his home. For just a moment, he ceases all movement, and then he is running.
The man's home has clearly been broken into; the two men who had been standing dutifully outside all day now lay on the ground either unconscious or dead, and the wooden door hangs loose on its hinges, bent and splintered. Even as the man runs, he pulls from within his clothes a dagger with a jewelled pommel.
Inside the house, a presence holds its breath. It has heard the running steps of its victim grow louder, and is waiting in the dark. From the fading dusklight which reveals the door to the outside, the intruder sees the silhouette of the man appear. The time has come to leave this place.
The man has scarcely time to blink in the time it takes for the intruder to launch themselves at him, but he manages to swing his weapon. His blade makes contact, where he is not sure. Wherever he has struck, it is not enough, for his head has already felt the crack of a blunt object on the side of his head.
As the man falls, the intruder uses his body as a launch pad and vaults out of the house, landing ten feet away running. The man, barely conscious, is able to see some red on the intruder's attire. His last thought before his eyes close is a single word: eanqa'.
The intruder doesn't look back to the house. Instead, they use a row of canales above a nearby doorway to swing up onto the rooftops of the city. They have what they need. Now it is time to take what they want.