Shilon

“Tell me everything you know about Grim’s Tower.” I held a young priest dangling over a balcony towering over the infamous dark district. It was late; the sun had set approximately three hours ago. Night life danced and paraded about in a blur of light below us. The young man, whose robe I gripped, reminded me of a fish. He flailed about silently, causing me to struggle to hold him up. I thought it was humorous that he was so anxious to be free that he would rather plunge to his death than be in my grasp. His dark robe was wet from the cold showers that had recently passed over West Port. “I will only ask you one more time, what do you know about Grim’s Tower?”

The priest stopped struggling and looked up into the sky. “My loyalty is to the order. My mouth shall not betray our mission of peace.”

“Do you really think that you are bringing yourself peace, priest? Do you really believe that the order will save you from me?” I pulled the Priest back over the railing and threw him to the ground.”

He raised his head and faced me, his nose bleeding profusely. “You are nothing Shilon. I know what you are really after.” He backed up against the tower wall, his voice rising to a panicked scream. “I’ve seen your leash. I know about the young lady that holds the heart of the old monster named Baine. She is the one that protects me and every other member of the order from his claws and teeth. He would not bear any harm to come to her and that is what makes him little more than a dog.”

I drew a long knife from a strap on my thigh and walked toward the priest. “The only way that harm would come to her, little priest, would be if the order finds your body and I can assure you that they won’t be able to find enough of it to draw conclusions.”