ii) To Catch A Snake

Inodhill crept along the rooftops of Kakuo; long after the sun had dipped beneath the sea. His cloak wrapped around him like an unholy aura, distorting his form, blending him in with the shadows. Inodhill quite liked the cloak. It was comfortable and had plenty of pockets. He was really particular whenever it came to sorting his assassin’s gear. Made of enchanted materials, it adapted to the atmospheric temperature, thus it kept the heat in when the weather was cold or wet, and kept the heat out when it was hot and humid.

He’d been presently surprised when Mistress Kimianne had presented him with the cloak, along with the enchanted dagger. It was said that only those who had gained the favor of Khaine or one of his representatives here on earth could properly use these items to their fullest effect.

It was highly unlikely that he’d gained the favor of Khaine; those of the monastery who had any rank worth mentioning would know of it. And so would the Matriarch herself. So it had to be one of his representatives then. That would mean the Matriarch Lucille, or several of the Mistresses in the monastery. Rarely had Khaine granted favor to a male.

Inodhill brushed aside those thoughts. His function in his society was to serve his queen, and through her, his god, not to ponder or question the status quo. Perhaps that was what made him so dissatisfied with his lot in life. He was an orphan. Every other Drikung was also an orphan. He’d displayed impressive dexterous abilities as a child.