[And suddenly it's later. Suddenly an hour has passed, though it feels like a day. But the night hasn't ended; the guards have returned empty-handed, bewildered and frustrated. Astarion sits in a corner in his father's office, Talindra wrapping a blanket around his shoulders as she quietly fusses; Fenris stands before Lord Ancunín, trying to resist the urge to rub his face blearily.
Focus.]
They meant to kill me, and, I assume, swarm in afterwards. It was a sniper that was firing . . . a professional, albeit a young one. He left no traces, [he adds at his lord's inquiring look.] He must have waited for hours, but he didn't smoke nor drink. He brought nothing with him that might be left behind: just his weapon. It meant he could flee quickly if the job went badly.
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It was a kidnapping attempt.
[And suddenly it's later. Suddenly an hour has passed, though it feels like a day. But the night hasn't ended; the guards have returned empty-handed, bewildered and frustrated. Astarion sits in a corner in his father's office, Talindra wrapping a blanket around his shoulders as she quietly fusses; Fenris stands before Lord Ancunín, trying to resist the urge to rub his face blearily.
Focus.]
They meant to kill me, and, I assume, swarm in afterwards. It was a sniper that was firing . . . a professional, albeit a young one. He left no traces, [he adds at his lord's inquiring look.] He must have waited for hours, but he didn't smoke nor drink. He brought nothing with him that might be left behind: just his weapon. It meant he could flee quickly if the job went badly.