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[Cal Hurst]

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Marcus crept around the streets of Minoc, glancing around for something inparticular. Marcus had dressed himself in a mask and a shroud, so no one could see his face, or possibly know who he was. Eyeing people as they walk by, looking for someone of light skin with a goatee, and long hair. Moving around the city, hiding behind walls and ducking behing ore carts. And there, he spotted a man. He seemed to be poor, asking people for change, with pity to his eyes. He saw Marcus looking at him. He slowly approached Marcus with a small cup.

"Spare some change, good sir?" the man said with shame in his eyes. "All I need is some milk to last me the night."

Marcus grinned. "Sure, come with me, and I will supply you with milk and bread to last you a year, and some gold to buy some new clothes!"

The man seemed overjoyed, and quickly followed Marcus to the Swiftar Family Home, which is on the backroads between Minoc and Vesper. They arrived at the Swiftar house, and no one seemed to be home. Marcus grinned.

"Now, what is it you wanted?" Marcus asked the man.

"Sir, just some spare change. Just enough so that my wife and kids can live another day. I'm afraid if I don't get them, they will not survive this cruel world much longer. But if you supply me with the goods you say you can, we surely will make it another year!"

Marcus grinned. "Why, of course, my good friend. Just, step closer."

The man did exactly what Marcus had asked without question. Marcus took out his dagger and grabbed the man by the neck.

"Now, I will free you from this miserable world." Marcus quickly slit the man's throat, and blood poured out from his neck almost immediately. The man had no room to cry for help or even say any final words, he just dropped to the floor. Marcus pulled from his backpack a dark-colored robe and a blood-red half apron, and quickly threw it on the man. He then rolled up the sleeves and cut the man's left arm, just as he did his own a few days earlier, as well as his hand. He then took out a hair dye and dyed the man's hair to look exactly like Vaen's. Glancing down at the man, he smiled.

"Exactly like Vaen. Perhaps a little pale, but... ah, hell. Everyone thinks Vaen is sick and starved. It fits the profile."

Marcus grinned and quickly took off.

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A couple minutes later, Talen Swiftar recalled in and saw the body. He picked the body up, tears running down his cheeks. He carried the body inside and layed it down on a table. Talen sent a pigeon to his father, and Talen looked down at his dead "brother" with tears filling his eyes up.

"All I wanted to do was protect you, my brother. Without you, this family is at a great loss. At least now, Marcus has left you, and you are resting in peace. You were very stubborn and dedicated, and you saw things through to the end. As much as we all hated that quality about you, it was what kept this family going. It was your amibition. Vaen... rest well." Talen placed Vaen's body on the table on the first floor of the house infront of the ankh. He stepped back and sat on a bench, just looking at his dead "brother," waiting for his father to return.
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