RP channel logs: Solo: Hafwen

[RP]: (Hafwen): The night is dark, the moon preferring to hide behind clouds than show itself. The rain that has plagued the area is now a steady drizzle, causing most people to stay at home. This small fact suits Hafwen just fine.
[RP]: Hafwen scales a wall and scrambles onto a nearby rooftop. Her dagger clutched firmly in one hand, she carries a package in the other. Hiring herself out as a messenger for some of the more questionable people in town has proven to be risky business, and she is constantly on her guard.
[RP]: Hafwen drops down from the roof, cursing under her breath as she slips on the wet cobblestone. A cloaked figure stands at the head of an alleyway, waiting patiently.
[RP]: Hafwen approaches the man with caution, her dagger at the ready. He nods, not speaking, and holds out a grungy hand. She hands him the package and waits.
[RP]: (Hafwen): What happened next should have been expected, but wasn't. The man pulls a dagger from under his cloak and throws it. Caught off guard, Hafwen takes a short step back, catching the dagger in the thigh.
[RP]: Hafwen cursing loudly, she reacts instinctively, her own dagger flying and landing with a meaty sound in the center of the man's chest.
[RP]: (Hafwen): Still uttering curses, Hafwen limps over to the man and yanks her dagger out of his chest and spits at him. Clenching her jaw, she yanks his dagger out of her thigh and tosses it on the ground.
[RP]: Hafwen limps her way back to the end of the alley and hoists herself up to the top of the wall. Pausing to catch her breath, she ignores the screaming pain from her thigh and walks slowly across the rooftops back to the clan hall.
[RP]: (Hafwen): The lounge, thankfully, is empty. Hafwen limps in and collapses onto some pillows. The blood from her thigh has soaked into her hose. Using her dagger, she slices the blood-soaked material from the area surrounding the wound to get a better look at it.






[RP]: (Hafwen Eroenyth): It is cloudy. The sky is streaked in reds and yellows as the sun slowly sets.
[RP]: Hafwen Eroenyth smiles. Kessik had fallen asleep hours ago, his empty coffee mug set behind him. She studies him,
[RP]: (Hafwen Eroenyth): still marveling at the fact that for some odd reason, he loved her enough to marry her.
[RP]: Hafwen Eroenyth fondly polishes her wedding band on her tunic. The stones gleam in the setting sunlight, and she smiles again at her husband.
[RP]: Hafwen Eroenyth unsheathing her dagger, she settles against a tree to keep watch for a few hours. The forest is silent save for an occasional rustle of leaves as nocturnal creatures wake to begin foraging.

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