>>5735432She disappears into the night, and you are left alone with unconscious Damachides, although it may only be for moments before the servants begin to return.
You don’t hesitate – you swiftly remove one dose of Kerberos’ Slaverings from its woolen shell within your leather bag, use your father’s knife to pull out of the seal, dump the poison into Damachides’ open mouth – holding his mouth closed, you massage his throat until he swallows by reflex. Finally, you return the seal to the empty ampoule, closing it once more, and return it to its woolen shell. This occurs in less than ten heartbeats.
It is done.
Damachides continues to breath for now, but his heart will still before he awakens – he will descend to the underworld unaware of his killer or your true identity, and by order of Erebus, his shade will be doomed to stumble for a century in the underworld, as one of the unavenged, before he is gifted the draught of dull Lethe.
You spin about, the night echoing with shouts of rage, calls for calmness and peace, but no one has approached you or Damachides as you worked. You breathe deeply, a heavy burden lifting off your shoulders - you’ve accomplished your mission and organized Damachides’death, and at least for now, kept your true identity intact. But how to proceed? The danger is not yet past – on the contrary, escape from the Damachidean estates may be even more difficult than gaining entry. As you think further, Damachides was the keystone holding this household together, and his death will almost certainly cause the tinderbox of his estate to explode into flame.
>vote post coming, I can't quite get it to fit 