Dauphin strained her ears and eyes for other riders and hearing none, decided that the simbillant must be a scout... or perhaps a diversion.
Nevertheless, she bent and retrieved a small throwing knife from her boot. Safe behind the thick trunk of a tree she took aim and... thwack! The rider suddenly had an ivory handle sticking out of his throat. With a surprised gurgle, the rider swayed and fell to the ground. His steed was well trained and simply paused beside its fallen master. Soundlessly creeping over the grass, Dauphin knelt caustiously at the creature's side and felt for a pulse. None.
She stood and approached the animal, still standing patiently, with soft words. It eyed her suspiciously but with a soothing mental caress it kept still. She searched the bags, finding several large bottles of a swirling green mixture that made the blood run from her face. That creature hadn't been a scout! He had been heading towards the city to kill the inhabitants! No doubt, he had been planning to put the poison in the water supply.
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