I leave my sword stuck in the first guard’s back and jump back to
avoid his wild swing.
I pull the dagger from my right hip with my right hand and get back into
range of the guard. Once a swing misses me, I thrust my dagger into the
guard’s throat. My right shoulder is now splashed with blood, but I ignore the
stain and twist the dagger to ensure the guard dies quickly and quietly.
I remove the sword from the guard’s back and put it in the scabbard on my left
hip. I pick up the dropped candles and start to sprinkle the oil I brought onto
the sacks of wheat. I then throw a candle on top to start a blaze. Once I saw the
fire had caught, I left the warehouse.
I sneak into more warehouses and start more fires. Before long, the smoke
is noticed by the guards and the fortress wakes up.
The soldiers of the fort are all running to put out the fires. Even the gate
guards have rushed over to the fire, leaving only a single guard behind. The soldiers
that aren’t fighting the fire are transfixed by the sight of it all.
Nobody notices a man with bloody black hair sneaking in the background.
Then another guard collapses.