From the top of the building the human looking fellow watches the half orc run away. Although orcs was not his favorite race he wanted to see how the three would do and if they would live up to their potential or if their orc blood would ruin their lives.

Suddenly wings sprout from his back and take him into the night air and out of reach of the guards as they swarm around the dead body.

Lt Harkon reaches down and picks up the calling card of the killer. Looking at it he almost grins then remembers that his men are watching. "Looks like he struck again. He left his mark."


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