Chapter 1: Like sheep to the slaughter
Larissa had been sitting in the room above the washer-woman's business that served as her lodgings in Ironhaven. Humble as the surroundings were, the business was honest, and she felt no shame in trading coin to the old woman who did not allow prejudice to rule her heart. The day had not been an exciting one. A simple day of cleaning, writing in her diary, and prayer. But when the messenger arrived her heart sank. Even before cracking the wax seal and reading the contents of the envelope, she knew that her master was pulling on her leash, and that someone would have to die soon.
Traveling through Iron Keep had long ago lost any sense of awe or wonder in her. Still, she followed behind the Dwarf without complaint. A gilded building though it might be, it was home to a family with a blackened spirit. That took the luster out of the finery and opulence just a bit. And the Shades failed to intimidate. Not because they were not deadly, no, she could tell from the way they moved they were skilled warriors clad in excellent armor and bearing fine weapons. But there were only so many times they could loom in the half-light before the routine got old.
"Master," she sad simply by way of greeting, giving a low bow to the Count as soon as her eyes fell on him.
After rising, she also took her seat once he bade them all join him. While she was capable of eating and drinking normal food, she did not need to. And in instance, chose not to indulge in any luxuries provided by her Master. She listened to his explanation, and ran her eyes over the colorful assembly of people that he had gathered.
Strangers all.
"Who needs to die?" Larissa asked without preamble, wanting to cut through all the pomp and get to the real heart of the matter.