147. Bloody Mess

After climbing through the window into the temple, the soles of my boots sank into the carpet when I lowered myself into the dimly lit chamber. I unsheathed the breacher, its blade whispering against the leather as I drew it.

Creeping through the weak, flickering light of the sun shards hanging from the temple’s vaulted ceiling, I approached a flame kroll passed out on a nearby couch.

The goblin-lookin’ monster lay on its back. Curled in its arm, it affectionately held a club almost as big as it was against its side. Snoring, its breath wafted up to me in deep, snorting exhalations.

Scowling at the stench of what I could only describe as ‘a burning pile of hair and tires’, my gloved hand clamped over its mouth and drove the dagger through its heart.

“Mph–!” The monster stiffened, eyes bulging as the knife impaled it.

Seconds later its body went slack, dying with only a muffled gasp of pain against my palm.

I pulled the breacher free and moved to a nearby armchair. In it, anot