Chapter 1: Improper Manor-isms

    Ugh, this is taking too long, Harvin says in his head with his raspy voice his medium length silver hair and bangs not showing, or his fair skin, nor his blue eyes, just the cloak around his wiry frame, gloves, boots, and purposely stained brown pants, while listening to two knights talking about their work at a table across from him, while pretending to be asleep after having too much to drink. “Have you heard the rumors?” says one guard to another, finally I’m getting somewhere, thinks Harvin. “Yeah, lord Rukimire’s wife got a young girl servin her” I really thought I was getting somewhere, “I heard she’s sick in the head that one, she likes to torture em, and throw em out like they were yesterdays news, but ya iddin’t err it from me” says the guard with higher pitched voice. Okay, plan B, I’m not waiting for her to be mind-broken or worse. I'm going now, and I’ll get a free assistant; since I just confirmed what I needed: those royals are dirty, it’s time to take out the trash! Harvin “mhumumum” and pretends to get up suddenly, fall over a little, and scamper out the tavern’s door, everyone laughing at the “drunk” stumbling along.

    An old maid in the manor spots new cleaning equipment, “oh by the heavens, what a lovely gift, she says throwing away another broom, Harvin’s internal monologue self sending it a salute with trumpets in the background, a most honorable soldier he thinks. She then uses him roughly, first on some dust, then cob webs yuck, yuck, yuck I hate spiders, they feel gross, why are they so creepy looking, too many eyes, too many weird shaped legs, just gross he states in his head. She then bangs him in broom form up against the fence outside of the manor’s outer door to the kitchen this headache, ugh, you could have been a little gentler, now I feel even worse for the old broom, it probably wasn’t even old, says Harvin in his inner monologue. She leaves him there and runs off to do some other errands. “Okay, now I can move in,” he then sneaks into the kitchen, no staff in it, moves to the next room, still no one. He then hears a muffled yet loud cry from one of the rooms. He peaks inside, but it’s other things, between the overweight lord of the manor and someone that was probably not his wife, he knows, he’s complicit in letting it happen, Harvin thinks. Harvin blows a poison dart onto his leg, but it’s shaped like a hair, with anesthetic, and anticoagulant so no one notices; Harvin knows he’ll be dead in a few hours. Moving on, he hears a very faint sound this time, like a little cry, but not muffled, distant though. He listens intently to find where the voice is coming from, then is feeling around a nearby room. It’s the manors library, he pulls a brown dusty book among all the green ones, and a hidden staircase appears, “one of these again, they always think they are clever” he mumbles to himself so irritated by it that he couldn’t help but mumble to himself about it, and roll his eyes. He gets down to the cellar, and it’s filled with skeletons, many of them small. He stifles throwing up. A little girl with fair skin and mid length red hair, tied to a pole with a blindfold over her face, tears running down cheeks and bruises all over her, and a couple of whip markings, cries out “who’s, who’s there?” “I promise I won't be bad anymore, I promise I’ll listen, please, just please don’t hurt me anymore.” Harvin is now furious so, full of anger he doesn’t even feel like speaking, so Harvin extends out his hand for her to feel it, “this is rough, this isn’t the hand of a noble, who are you?” “I’m an assassin and you’re getting out of here with me, what are these weird chains though” he says point at the bright red chains that were used to bind her. He grabs one of the tools on his belt and picks the lock. He then stuffs the chains into an enchanted pocket given to him by his mentor, which is on his tool belt. He removes her blindfold now, and her eyes are strange, they have all the colors of the rainbow in them, he’s mesmerized by them for a moment. Then snaps back to his current circumstance. “Come on, let’s go,” he tells her, grabbing her by the hand and running her out into the night. There they are confronted by Lord of the Manor’s wife, an older lady with matted dark brown hair and is standing there, furious, and just about to yell for the guards, when he blows a different dart, this one shaped like a leaf. “Can’t say a word anymore, eh, well neither can they,” motioning to the skeletons in the basement “so fair is fair, huh, except they didn’t hurt anyone so you deserve far worse” he says as he now locks her in the basement with the skeletons “would you kindly scream” he asks the little girl and , Manira does. So all the guards of the manor find the Lord of the Manor’s wife in the basement along with all the skeletons, and she isn’t able to speak, so she couldn’t even try to excuse her behavior or pass the blame to someone else, and is silently weeping, with one guard saying, “I tink, I’m gonna be sickkkk” in a higher voice, while the other guard with a deep voice is already vomiting at the scene.