I ducked out of the tent and melted into the shadows behind them. Peeking around the corner, I watched two of them walking straight toward the bodies I'd left in the open. This was about to get messy.
The two men drew closer until they were standing right over the bodies. One of them nudged the corpse on the left with his boot.
"Oi, get up," he grumbled. "My turn to sleep. I'm dying here."
"Wait…" the other said, voice tightening. "Is that... is that blood? What the..."
I didn't give them another second.
I lunged from behind the tent, dagger raised high, and drove the blade deep into the left man's chest. He gasped sharply, one hand clawing at my arm while the other began to glow with faint magical light as he tried to chant a spell. I slammed my forehead into his face, smashing his nose, then yanked the dagger free as he crumpled.
