Rotterdam Forest Spider (Morning)

Rotterdam picked up a weapon, and from one of the Sylvan creatures, he took the boots that best suited him. "Well, the day isn't so bad after all; my own are completely ruined, so I can walk barefoot – I won't feel the difference." He put the letter in his pocket and held the blade to the throat of the unconscious elf. His hand trembled slightly, and he changed his mind, moving the tip to the elf's heart. He plunged the steel in cleanly and quickly. Without looking at anyone, he repeated the procedure again and again with each of the thugs.