The killer and the mercenary (discontinuing)

Chapter 1: Female Mercenery

Lillian's POV
The curtains immediately flew open as I opened the huge window on the side of my room 'Well it's going to be windy today!' I thought to myself. I walked over to my dresser picked out a pair of leather pants and a thin green cloth shirt then walked over to my bathroom in my set of chambers and got dressed. Then I went back to my bed grabbed my coin purse from its hiding spot and I walked down the inn stairs. " Good morning miss Elain. How are you?" the bartender asked me as i walked past the bar. 'Right Lillian don't mess this up I'm using a fake name don't mess this up!' I thought "good morning Gerald. I'm very good and how about you?" I replied "I'm good mi-lady. Want some breakfast? Today it's a choice of: toast with elven jam (elven is a type of berry found in the woods where people once thought elves lived) or eggs,ham and toast." Gerald said "Oh I'm going out shopping today I suppose I will need some... Hmm I think I will go with the elven jam that doesn't come very often does it?" I answered "Nup!" He said then wandered off into the back room where his wife and daughter were busily cooking and his young son was playing with the dog.
I then sat at a table in the back corner in the dark in case anybody comes in. I didn't come here because I'm a traveler. I'm actually a mercenary and I have been hired by the lord of Polesthien fief, which is located just next to Methanic fief where I am right now, I'm part of a bigger plot. The whole army and double that of mercenaries are going to take over this fief for the lord of Polesthien. It's a wonder that the lord of Methanic fief didn't even realize the sudden economic boom his whole fief has just had as twenty thousand mercenaries flooded into the main city in the past four weeks and they all need recourses. I have been placed as the general of the army and I lead a squadron of five thousand and among them are the lord of Polesthien his son and some of the best soldiers he could find. We are the group who are going to take over the throne room and the castle while the other twenty five thousand battle the fiefdom's main forces. I'm only doing this because of the huge amount of money I will be granted then I will be on my merry way. The bartender suddenly arrived at my table with the steaming new toast and the delicious purple elven jam. I took the plate and sat it on my table. "Would you like a drink Elain?" Gerald asked before he left the table "No thanks Gerald I'm fine with this. Thank you," I answered. He then walked back to the bar and I started eating. Suddenly the door flung open and my most dreaded nightmare came in... A drunk. I hid myself as well as I could in the dark corner of the room but the drunk still stumbled over to me ignoring the bartenders orders to leave. "Heeey pwetty!" The alcohol smelling man said as he sat in the chair beside me. I gasped for fresh air as I realized he smelt like he hadn't taken a decent wash in about a month. 'He smells like festering meat that the birds have gotten to and peed on!!' I thought as I tried to move away he grabbed my shoulder and rather forcefully pushed me back in my chair "You wanna get down and dirty?? If you know what I mean?" He said with a big grin. he then started twirling my ebony hair "You have beautiful silky hair! I wouldn't mind getting tied up in that!!" He said with another alcohol smelling grin "get off me!" I yelled and tried to push him away he tried looking into my emerald eyes but I quickly turned away then stood up when he let go of me and I ran out into the middle of the room he staggered quite quickly over to me where he tried grabbing me again I grabbed his arm and he swung the other one I grabbed it too. I then dropped to the floor and sweeped my leg around and knocked his feet from under him. He hit his head on the cold floor but not very hard and it before I knew it he was out cold " dirty old man!" I yelled at him with a beautiful string of curses. He wasn't actually old perhaps thirty years of age but still he was old to me where I was eighteen. Someone else came into the door "Oh no!" I said but I was greeted by a well washed and alright smelling man. The messenger. "Is there an Elain Bletheil? I have a message for you." He called out in case they were upstairs or in the back. "Right here." I answered and walked over to him. He held out a fancy looking letter which I took. "Have a good day miss! And you too Gerald! I have had a hard day's work and there is still more to come so I will come to you tonight to drink a few..." The guy said to Gerald the barkeeper then wandered out the door. I sat at my table and opened the letter it said,
"To Elain Blethiel,
Come to my manor outside of town tonight we are executing the plan dawn tommorow. I have all your armour and weapons right here in my personal armoury so you can come and collect them tonight. We are meeting when the moon is at its highest come before that. There will be 299 men in the room and one lady. You. I'm sure you already know the plan. This letter is supposed to look like a love letter so you can discard it after, preferably into a fire. Remember before the moon reaches its highest! It is vital that you come before hand. I have put another slip into the envelope. read it.
Signed Duncan Reflied" Duncan Reflied is the alias of the lord of Polesthien fief. I put that back into the envelope muttering a few words of fake disgust at the fake love letter. Then I pulled out the other piece of paper. 'A party invite... He has got this all covered hasn't he??' I thought. The lord is a smart person and people usually underestimate him. I put the invite into my pocket and threw the rest of the note into the fire. "Ahh! What was that for!!" The bartender asked as the fire suddenly burnt up the fragrance, which was obviously flammable, in a big gust." It was a love letter." I replied with fake disgust then laughed "what was that other piece of paper??" He then asked "A party invite" I answered casually. Then I walked out of the door to do some shopping.