“I think I hit my head yeah- or I got hit on the head- I cant remember-” she moved to kneel so she could rub her eyes with her hand.

“I just- I think I need some sleep-”

“No sleeping.” His voice was harsh as he snapped the words out, pulling on his chains to get to his knees. “You can’t sleep now, Rayla.”

She walked along, rubbing her wrist with the palm of her other hand, the friction causing the skin to turn red.

“No I mean it Runaan- you’re right when you say I hesitate and I hate that I cant seem to shift that-” she kept her eyes down, never once stopping as she wrung her wrist in her hand.

“I really don’t think I can do it-”

Runaan flipped his weapons around, snapping them shut and clipping them onto where they belonged.

“Everyone hesitates at the beginning, Rayla. Nobody has ever started and been able to kill on their very first mission. Even I hesitated at the start.” Something he didn’t tell people often, most people assumed he had always been a perfect assassin.

“Honestly…I don’t know how long I’ve been in here so I’m not surprised that I look like shit. Also, the last one was probably when they transferred me in here,”he stood back up and brushed himself off.

“My name’s Mallory.”

Runaan pushed himself to his feet, knees cracking uncomfortably as he did.

“Uncommon name for an elf. I’m Runaan.” He murmured, looking around the cell. A hole in one corner that he assumed was to be used for the bathroom, a window (or maybe just another hole?) too small for even his hand to fit through, and nothing else other than chains.

“Possibly a broken rib, other than that just a few cuts and bruises-” she leaned back against the wall closing her eyes, she wanted more than anything to just take a long nap.

“I don’t think I can do this Runaan-” she was shaking, and it wasn’t something that would be easily missed, not when normally she could hold her own so well.

“I just dont think I’m cut out for being an assassin-”

“You’re the most cut out for this, I’ve never seen anyone else with your potential.” He leaned down and yanked the humans necklace from his throat, pushing it into his pocket. The body would be disposed of by nature and its creatures. A fitting end for the man who had been stealing them from Xadia and selling them for dark magic.