“Great game Ohwatch. I will want a rematch. Congrats on the win.
------------------------------

In the stands near the press box a sullen figure sat watching the evening match between the Archers of Avelon and the orc team called Earth of Summer. He was alone as his seat was the worst one in the house and without a spy glass, most beings would be unable to see the details of what happened below. He wore a long black duster and a hat that shaded and obscured his pale features.

The orcs were clearly the hardest, strongest, toughest, and fiercest team the Archers had ever faced, and playing in their home stadium, they were dominant. The normally precise Nienna failed to throw the ball with any accuracy and Kydeth could not catch it when the pass was a good one. With a descent reception, the score would have been 1-0 in favor of the Archers going into the half. Instead the score was reversed.

Just before the whistle sounded ending the half, Jorin watched his planned paycheck crumbled to the turf below. A pair of Archers had tied up the young black orc Esperson. Those two alone would have been no match for the beast, but Idhrenfineth was a different matter. As an elf held each arm, she planted a gauntleted fist squarely to the bridge of his nose. The big fella went down with Idhrenfineth atop him still swinging, attempting to pound his eyes into the back of his helmet.

The referee and orc apothecary were so distracted by the blitzer affectionately called Iloveyou scoring that they did not even notice the black blood covering Idhrenfineth. The orcs scored but the Archer Captain Revwe congratulated the trio of elves for their efforts.

In disgust, Jorin went to the concession stand for a bite. At an orc game the pickings were slim. In the end he convinced a strong and healthy orc to follow him back to his seat. Jorin only took a nibble to kill his appetite. Orc blood stank and tasted of refuse, but it was good for an undead body. Leaving a blood drained body in the rafters would have divulged his presence so, after removing the memory, he sent the weakened thrall back to his seat with his chums.

Jorin watched the remainder of the match. The elves popped the ball out a couple of times and had some slim opportunities to make it a competitive game but in the end, Earth of Summer simply out played them.

On the Archer sideline, Kondor had also noticed the murder at midfield, but wisely kept it to himself. In the locker room he knew something was out of place. Sure, the Archers were annoyed at the loss but this time they did not seem angry. They did not make excuse. Then he saw it. Revwe handed the three elves involved in the murder a small bag of gold emblazoned with the letters AK-T. Then she turned to the rest of the team and shrugged.

“Perhaps you will get a share next time.” She said.

Something was afoot and Kondor needed to know what AK-T meant.
”