Invisible Assassin
“As the days passed, he changed. The wine and ale he consumed by the flagon made his eyes' growing dullness worse. He sat down to three square meals a day, and soon a layer of fat smothered his lean contours. The ice in his eyes died, leaving them a clear sharp grey, usually bloodshot, for when he was not drunk, he was recovering from the previous bout. Lirek watered his wine and Jayon dragged him into the gardens for walks, which usually ended when Blade lay down under a tree and went to sleep.... Chiana tried to interest him in something, bringing Kerra to visit him, whom he ignored, and challenging him to games and contests, which he lost without concern.Nothing seemed able to drag him from his lethargy, and he made it more difficult by vanishing into the vast warren of cellars to nurse bottles of wine. Jayon tried to interest him in dagger-throwing contests, which Blade no longer carried. He tossed the weapons with drunken disinterest, missing the target by so far that he almost impaled his opponent on several occasions.MoreLess
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