I hunted down my target across the mountain, the valley, the forest, to the edge of the land.
There, as dusk was setting in, I found him, sitting cross-legged, before a small fire. He didn't look up at me as he began to open the wax seal on a small bottle.
"Dead or alive?"
I saw no reason to lie.
"Just your head is wanted."
He nodded as he poured the bottle evenly between two small cups.
"You know my tribe's ways?"
"Yes."
"Then you know we drink at the end."
"I know."
I attacked, knowing the drink was poisoned.
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