Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150817173834/@comment-6006054-20150826003104

Kjalek took a deep breath, and silently drew his dagger. He grimaced.

He was on his knees, the librarian's throat opened. It was fast, the man likely did not have time to put together what had happened before he bled out.

"I'm sorry" Kjalek whispered, his lips barely moving and quiet enough that he doubted the others could hear it. He truly was sorry, the man did not deserve a violent death. He rose to his feet, flicked blood from his knife, and jammed it back into the sheath.