The man looked at her with fearful eyes as she revealed a dagger and a potion vial and placed them on his chest. "Draw your blood and make it sip into the vial. And don't think of anything funny, I will not hesitate to kill you if I think you're scheming something."
The thief nodded his head briefly. as he sliced his dagger lightly across his hand, letting the blood drip into the vial while he asked hesitatingly. "W-why do you need my blood?" The question made the elf shake her head lightly. "Not yours in particular, I just need the blood of someone whose life is dictated by their greed. A thief like you is the perfect example of that."
The words made him blink in bewilderment, clearly not sure what to think of what he had just been told. "Why in the world do you need something like that?"
The elf smiled briefly at his confusion. "Because it is the last thing I need in terms of ingredients to craft a phylactery." The words made him pause for a moment, thinking of the term. "W-w-wait you mean like the thing necromancers use to try to become a Lich?! Why the hell would you be needing something like that?!"
The elf's gaze sharpened as she looked at him harshly. "Because this body of mine is dying. There are no miraculous blessings or medicine that could possibly prevent that outcome. And so I have no choice but to overcome death itself if I want to keep my promise."
The thief tilted his head slightly while he asked. "a promise?" the words made the elf nod her head lightly. "Indeed, I promised my wife I will always return to her side, no matter what happens to me." The thief smiled sheepishly at these words, a reaction she had not expected. "Heh, a wife... how nice, tell me more about her!"
The question made her pause for a moment as the sternness of her expression faded for a genuine smile. "She is beautiful, kind even if somewhat blunt at times. She is honest to a flaw but is the most loyal wife I could ever wish for. I would do anything for her." The words made the thief shake his head lightly. "I mean her figure! Does she-" The gestures he made with his hands made the elf laugh slightly. "Yes, she does have quite the well-developed pair, her pillows are amazing to sleep on~"
The thief laughed heartily in response to these words as the vial seemingly had finally been filled, causing him to close it with the cork and hand it over to her. "Clyde, that's my name. Thanks for not killing me tonight." The words made her smile for a moment as she nodded her head lightly. "Esperia... Take care Clyde."
And with these words Clyde had started to approach the doorway leading to the exit of the store. It wouldn't take more than a few steps for him to be able to leave when all of a sudden he felt a sharp sting in his ribcage. He collapsed onto the ground with a painful thud, looking up at the elf as he asked weakly. "Why.... Esperia?" To which the elf replied coldly. "You know too much now Clyde. I won't have anyone know I plan to become a Lich. I will take no risks in ensuring my ambition becomes a reality. And for that I need to make sure you die tonight."
The man was about to say something but she didn't intend to let them finish, a throw of her dagger impaling the man's throat cleanly and robbing him of the last of his life.
"Nobody... can find out about my plan."
And with these words she stashed the vial away and started to approach the back of the store, picking the crystal-laced ball and the box it was contained in. Just a bit longer... A bit longer till she could finally return home. Now all she could do was hope her body would be able to hold out until then. For she was running out of time...
WC: 700
Total WC: 1500/1500