Death of a Forsworn

"We will claim back what is ours!"

Feya had heard the often repeated call emanating from the woman before she seen her. A few blows traded, and this deranged and outraged stranger was on her knees, pleading for her life.

"You plan on retaking the Reach using sharp sticks, some stones and a few weapons made of bone? Pathetic..."

With that, she plunged the dagger into the woman's chest, a last gasp escaping her mouth as she fell to the ground.

"Try using a real weapon at some point, might have better luck."

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