Scoundrel's Answer Ch. 01

Alan closed his eyes, and balled his hands into fists. He wanted to rush over immediately. He wanted to burst in and decimate the place, to kill every member of the guild. But blind rage would gain him nothing. He forced himself to calm as he buckled on his shadow armor, then drew his cloak about his form to conceal it. Sword at his side, knives in their sheathes, he headed up and toward the door.

"Sir Tinsley?" Marcy called as she saw him move past the sitting room, "Are you going out? Are you going to fetch the guard?"

Alan paused, weighing his answer carefully. It wouldn't hurt to let her know what was going on, surely. "I may be gone for a while, Marcy. But right now, I'm going to Count Varonne's estate."

And with those words, Alan Tinsley stepped out into the night.