Peep Show

Oshar carefully lifted the wooden panel that would allow him to see in to the room of the penitents. The temple was filled with such viewing portals. Voyeurism was an odd pass time for the pious Oshar considered, but a useful tool for the assassin. He peered down through the domed ceiling onto the scene below.

The three Penitents were kneeling before the dias, their arms slack at their side and their eyes closed. On the ground next to each of them sat an empty vial, discarded after the drinking on the white marbled floor.

Oshars breath caught in his throat as he saw the soul stone; his stone. It sat upon the dias softly glowing as a testament to his handiwork. It called to him and he longed to collect it and complete his work.

He studied the three girls kneeling below. Young flowers ripe for the picking. Absent minded he grasped his dagger and considered their demise. Brief and bloody would be best, but no... this was not the moment.