The two hunters closed in on their prey. Just an hour ago, the fires had been burning brightly in the small campsite where the mage-woman slept. Now, they were long out. Draken had wanted to strike quickly, right when they went to sleep, but Mephi had held him back, warning that it would be best to wait to make sure the quarry was out. Draken had grumbled at this, but accepted Mephi's ruling.
Draken Kran was a beefy man, with a thick chest and a thicker skull. His companion, Mephi Stofles, was far more cunning and lithe. His beady little eyes peered dangerously down his nose and he was always chewing on his cheeks thoughtfully, lending them a haunted look, like they were hollowed. Draken tested his axe against a tree while they waited while Mephi sharpened his rapier. One quick thrust - whish! - and she'd be gone. Then Draken would remove her head and they would take her back to Yalin for the reward. The smaller man smiled darkly under his thick mat of hair. He turned to his companion. "Come along, you idiot," he spat. "Before dawn."
"Don't complain to me about waiting," Draken thundered back lowly. "I've been wanting to kill her all night; you were the one what wanted to wait."
"Keep your trap shut, Drak," Mephi hissed. "You don't want her to hear us, do you?" He removed the rapier from its covering. "Come on; we've wasted enough time here as it is." Draken growled bitterly, but didn't say anything as the two of them slipped quietly down the small bluff towards the campsite, using the trees to support their trek down.
At the bas of this incline, Mephi stopped his companion. "Now, remember, I know I heard a man's voice down here. More like 'n not, she hired herself a bodyguard. We'll want to avoid any confrontation with him, eh? Nice and quick. Grab her head and we're out. Got it?"
"Yeh, yeh," Draken responded, feeling the blade of his axe. "This is it, Mephi," he said, a tinge of excitement entering his voice. "After tonight, we'll be rich men, rich! And we'll be free again, what's more!"
"That's right, Drak," Mephi replied coolly, a smile etching on his face. "We will be, once we kill the little bitch. Let's get to it."
Silently, the two of them maneuvered into the camp. Mephi held his blade straight up so as not to attract any attention. Draken took care himself, though his bulk made it so that he brushed against a tent or a tree now or again. Finally, they found the mage, wrapped up in a bag, sleeping away. Mephi grinned wickedly, levelling the sword for her heart. That's it, boy, that's it!
Before he could deliver thr blow, however, Drak stepped on a twig, snapping it. Instantly awake, the mage saw Mephi right before her and opened here mouth to scream. Mephi clamped ahand over her mouth. "Feisty one, Drak; we got a feisty one!" Draken laughed stupidly in the dark, clutching his axe. "You know what, Drak? I think that now that the little darlin' is awake, we go with our other option. Rather than kill her outright, we'll have some fun, eh? You like that, Drak?" Drak made a sound that indicated that he very much did.
"And now, missy," Mephi said, evil light playing in his eyes. "There's no one around to protect you. You're all alone. Whose gonna save you now?"