"Sunblood's Bar...how fitting."
Vyndus smirked as he stopped by the small sign beside the road. He hummed lightly as he pulled the sign out of the ground, tossing it into the nearby bushes. "Can't have people stumbling upon us now can we?"He chuckled lightly as he fixed his tie, and then strolled into the tavern. It was an odd time to be at a tavern, not quite noon but not quite night time either. The grizzled old man smiled cheerfully at him as he took a seat. "What'll it be for a fine gentleman like you?" Vyndus paused for a while as he shrugged. "Just a glass of Dalaran Red."
The old man nodded as he poured him a glass of wine. He smiled as he leaned on the counter. "Odd for a man like you to be drinking wine by himself. Couldn't convince the lady to come with you?" The man chuckled as he winked at Vyndus before walking away to polish some wineglasses. Vyndus slowly looked up from his drink as he looked around the place. Completely empty except for them two. He smiled lightly as he shrugged redirecting the question back at the owner. "Not exactly, what about you? Odd place to put a bar." The owner smiled back as he took a seat, resting his hands against the counter. "Well, I used to be a Blood Knight y'see. Injured my back and knee, couldn't run as well anymore. Fel, I could barely lift my sword at that time. Got excused and decided to settle here."
Vyndus slowly nodded as he took another sip from the wine. "A Blood Knight, interesting. I'm guessing you patrolled the city like all the others?" The man grimaced and frowned as he shook his head. "Naw, I was assigned to look after the prisoners. Ungrateful scum bags they were." He sighed, shaking his head as he walked over and spat into the fireplace. "Hell, all of them were ungrateful bastards. Screwin' around with our city like that. Should've been put to death but the captain wouldn't listen to us." Vyndus frowned as he slowly stood up, walking over to the man. "Sounds like hard work...may I ask who you meant by 'us'?"
The man turned to him in surprise and shook his head. "Ah, nothing just my old partner. He retired about the same time I did, said it just wasn't the same anymore." Vyndus slowly nods as he walks over, clapping the man's back as he slowly reaches behind his back for his dagger. The man chuckles lightly as he shakes his head. "So then, enough wartime stories. Do you want another gla-" He stops, foricibly cut off as Vyndus plunged a knife into his stomach. "Ungrateful scumbag...that's a new one." He frowned as he slowly twisted the dagger, smiling pleasantly as the man squealed in pain.
"Wh-wh-who are you?!" The man gritted his pain, partially out of pain and also out of terror. Vyndus chuckled as he tsked, before wagging his finger. "Me? I had no name." Vyndus responded cheerfully as he twisted the dagger even more. "I was simply given a number, does 105 ring any bells?" The man's eyes widened as he coughed out blood. Vyndus simply shook his head and laughed lightly as he wrenched the dagger out and tossed him against the wall. He slowly walked over, kneeling beside him as he tossed the dagger into the air, catching it. "Now...as for where your partner resides." The man shook his head defiantly before spitting blood into his face. Vyndus sighed as he carefully wipes away the blood before shoving the knife into the man's chest. He slowly twists it as he begins to count down.
"Five...four...three...tw-" "OKAY I'LL TELL YOU!"
Vyndus smiled as he nods and gestures for him to continue. "Number 461, second floor of the Murder Row." Vyndus slowly nods as he smiles, ripping out the knife as he sheathes it behind his back again. "Thank you...you've saved me a great deal of trouble." The man sighs in relief as Vyndus begins to walk away. He suddenly stops and taps his chin as if in though. "What would I do if you told the authorities about our little meeting?" The old man's eyes widened as he shook his head. "No! I would never!" Vyndus just smiles as he slowly shakes his head. "Still...I better not risk it." He walks out of the bar, walking back in with a crossbow and a barrel of gas as he takes aim. "Good thing I brought this baby along in my bike huh?" He chuckles as he fires the bow at the man, pinning him against the wall. He proceeds to pour oil all over the room and tosses the rug into the fireplace.
"N-no please, you don't have to do this." The man pleaded as he covered his wound with a hand. He doesn't answer, lighting a hankercheif from the fireplace and tossing it onto the puddle of oil. He smiles as the room begins to slowly burn. Vyndus sighs happily as he walks out of the tavern, hopping onto his bike again as he drives away towards Silvermoon's direction.