Almor, a trained killer for hire, moved like a phantom inside the gambling house. His target tonight was a wealthy merchant with deep pockets and even deeper enemies.
Another merchant had paid for the hit and Almor had been stalking his prey for a week now he was observing, waiting, sharpening his blade and resolve.
Tonight was the perfect opportunity as he saw the merchant inside, drowning in luxury and lust, tossing thousands of gold coins with reckless abandon.
Women fawned over him, dealers praised his luck just to make sure he continued to play till the inevitable defeat while the gamblers whispered about his streak. Eventually, the merchant rose after suffering from some defeats but still standing there unfazed, a woman was clinging to his arm, he smirked while bragging about how he would enjoy his night to his competitors.
