After Ikazuchi arrived he immediately retrieved his weapons. Wayland was disappointed, but naturally understood that he had received a huge favor. It was at that point that Ikazuchi passed the man a particular bottle and pulled a second one out for himself. The two men drank and talked for a bit before Ikazuchi excused himself.
Earlier that day he had slipped out of town in order to collect a few particular plants that could be processed in order to produce a particular effect. It was something that could be described as harmless to most people, but would be fatal to someone like Wayland. It also wasn’t something that left many traces, so no one would be able to trace the cause.
The wine was good, but it lowered Wayland’s weak immune system due to what Ikazuchi mixed into it. He seemed fine when Ikazuchi left, but the young man knew that the elderly man would soon lose his life in a way that anyone else would consider natural.
Ikazuchi felt a bit of pity, but was surprised by the fact that he didn’t feel any guilt when a few days went by and he heard of the man’s death. He couldn’t help but second guess his choices, but he continued his routine of training and working small jobs here and there. Eventually, Ikazuchi made his way to Godfrey’s shop and informed him. The blacksmith was naturally already aware, and even seemed sad to hear that it was indeed Ikazuchi who was responsible.
Following the sadness was satisfaction that disgusted Ikazuchi. He accepted his reward all the same, but he made a point to leave a few words for his long time employer. “Godfrey, this is a line that I won’t cross again. Keep that in mind…” Ikazuchi unintentionally spoke coldly, but this was something that he wished to make clear before departing.
Word Count: 310
TWC: 2,220