(Time to see Ranoras' descision begin)
From the darkened alleyway came forth two robed shadows. The first was tall, and slender. Even from under the heavy material of the robe, red eyes gleamed menacingly. They seemed to flicker like a flame. The second was short and lean. His hood was pulled back revealing a white kitsune's face. It had milky opal eyes. The colors in the eyes seemed to drift like lazy clouds surfing on a light breeze. Strapped to his side was a katana and yojimbo hanging loosely.
A zephyr passed by rustling the two's robes. The kitsune turned to the dark elf and gave a slight nod. The elf responded in kind and retrieved a short sword from beneath his robes. "This plan of yours better work Rashika," muttered Ranoras.
There was an audible sigh from the dark elf as he continued forward his steps silent. "How can you still have misgivings about it?" he inquired. Ranoras seemed concentrated choosing his words carefully, "The king has done terrible things. Things that have affected both of us. Crimes that I have committed before. Why should we be the ones to take his soul?" The elf shrugged saying, "Unlike him you didn't have a choice."
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