In the dead of night, the muffled gurgle scream of a woman dressed in blue skirts echoed across the indifferent cobblestones of the Vallaki Slums. Within moments, the hooded assailant approached the corpse of the young woman, and they both vanished into the night. Her companion, having left her behind while eagerly consuming spirits from his flask, seemingly was oblivious to the violence.
The woman, her two-handed blade and assorted belongings were gone. The only remnants of her passing were spotted pools of blood upon the stone and a miniature ivory figurine. The ivory figure presided over the gruesome scene, his little raised arm wielding a sword, pointing eastward - towards the Market District.
