The sound of glass shattering rang in Nafalen's ears. Damn! Nafalen thought looking down. His foot had gone straight through the formally beautiful glass skylight. Nafalen's drop ceased as his other knee hit the glass, stopping him. Then the glass began to crack, Oh no...please no, the assassin thought just as the glass shattered. Nafalen fell, along with a countless number of glass shards and fragments. He tumbled through the air, stopping only when he slammed hard into a fully set dinner table. The table legs could not support the force of his crash and gave way; sending Nafalen tumbling onto the floor.

Nafalen moaned loudly as he rolled to a halt against the fall wall. The stone floor was cool against his skin. It was the only comfort Nafalen could feel. Reaching down, Nafalen touched the outside of his left knee. He felt the warm sticky blood that was dripping from the gash he had recieved in the fall. Letting his head fall to the floor Nafalen groaned again. Finally he pulled himself up. He stood and leaned against the stone wall, taking in his surroundings.

He was in the house of some well-to-do family; in a fully furnished dining room. Nafalen had never seen such a nice house in this city of thieves and cut-throats. Shrugging painfully, Nafalen noticed a cabinet in the corner. Walking to it, Nafalen opened the doors, seeing it stocked with liquer. Grabbing a bottle of rum, Nafalen pulled out the cap with his teeth and spit it onto the floor. He took a long drag and looked back around the room. His assassination attempt had been spoiled, for now, but that didn't mean that he couldn't make it out of this mess ahead.

Walking around the room, Nafalen picked up a few valuables from cabinets, cupboards, and off the destroyed dining room table. He sequered them in a pouch at his waist on his weapon's belt. Turning towards the wide window, Nafalen took another long drink of the rum. Dropping the bottle to the ground, Nafalen heard the thick glass clink and rock on the stone, refusing to shatter. Wiping his mouth, Nafalen made his way towards the window, preparing to make his way out of the house.

I hate Angband, Nafalen thought as he walked.

"Are we going somewhere?" asked blade as he dropped from the broken skylight. behind him his bodyguard and animals fell onto the broken table. Blade looked at his injured knee and said "If you want to make it out of here safely, I suggest you put those things back. This way you don't have to suffer any more injuries." He then clutched his sword just in case of a attack.