[ WP ] Write about the experience of a video game enemy waking up after having been knocked out by the player character , or write about an NPC witnessing the protagonist going about their duties as the main hero .

Vincent spooned the porridge from the wooden bowl and brought it to eye level absent minded letting it drip back in. 
 
 `` I heard if you do that fifty more times the porridge becomes gold of the finest caliber, then all our troubles will be over.'' Marly told him allowing a wheezy laugh to pass through. 
 
 `` Sorry sister, the food is great, but I ca n't get over what happened earlier.'' he replied returning to his meal. 
 
 `` You still going on bout' that murderer? If it bothers you that much we can start putting back for a hired mercenary, I've been hearing the criers near the market yellin' of a group of Italian thugs stalking and killing innocents near the chalk cliffs.'' Marley informed him. 
 
 `` No, Marley, if you'd seen what I seen this morning you'd be twice as perplexed as I and none the wiser for it. The man was... he was like nothing I'd ever seen before. I've seen my fair share of men snatched from this world, shit the O'Hanohan twins ai n't made the month complete without killin' a tourist. The man I saw kill those soldiers at the outpost moved like a divine being.'' Bincent expressed to his sister. 
 
 `` Really? A divine being, Vincent? You know they could fill the oceans with your insight little brother and there would no longer be a drowned man to protest it.'' She joked. 
 
 `` I was fishing with Francis on the Eider bridge and a noble ran past behind us at full speed cursing and shoving those in his way. No one saw the other man, they were too busy watching the noble flail about and speed off in a panic. He'd just about made it to the church when the other man dropped from it's roof like a gargoyle from a cathedral and plunged a sword through the entirety of his torso, and pulled the sword back out. I only caught a glimpse of it, but of all the swords Pa and me ever made none were as beautifully crafted as the one the man held. The hilt had a bird's head upon it, two fiercly glowing ruby gems for the eyes, the handle a silver so sheen I bet your reflection could be seen in it. The blade was Damascus weave without question, but the pattern was unlike I've ever seen rather than a wave pattern, it was like the boxed circles like the kind you see on honeycombs. The guards came around the corner to see what the commotion was about, I assumed the man still standing would have ran, but he did n't, his face was cloaked hidden in his hood. Out numbered four to one, the man then sheathed his sword, Marley.'' Vincent chugged the rest of his ale and continued the story while using the pitcher to refill his mug, He noted the blank stare of his sister transfixed by the story momentarily contemplating where to continue. `` The guards were so perplexed by this action that they stopped dead in their tracks lowering their rifles, and that's when the movement began. Do you remember that theatrical that Pa took us to in Dublin when we were little, the one with the Persian woman that danced so beautifully?'' Vincent asked her. 
 
 Marley was now fascinated and nodded her head, too caught in the story to interrupt vocally. 
 
 `` He moved like that, swift and precisely, the man had two hidden blades that shot out from his wrists, the first guard had very little time to react and his throat was cut before he could even get his shot off. The hooded figure caught the man mid fall and shielded himself from being shot by the remaining three. Dropping the first kill he dashed forward piercing the next guard expertly in the crook of his chestplate with the speed of a snake biting and dispatched his third victim just as quickly by breaking the bayonet off the man's rifle and jamming it into his ear, the fourth panicked and began running. 
 
 He did not get far though, the hooded man pointed at him and the fourth guard collapsed, turns out he threw a knife that pierced the back of the man's skull but he did it so fast it appeared to be sorcery. Jesus, Mary, n' Joseph, Marley, the man had a helmet on and the knife went right through it. 
 
 As if it were the most casual of circumstance the man turned toward the bridge Francis and I were fishing at, more guards could be heard making there way towards the chaos. Then the hooded figure sprinted right for us and I thought for sure we were to be targeted as dead men, but all he did was jump to the outer side of the bridge and hang there knocking over my day's catch.'' Vincent finished thinking of how much better bass would be compared to poridge. 
 
 Vincent contemplated the events in silence, not noticing Marley's expression of eagerness. 
 
 `` Well!?'' She rang out making him startle slightly. 
 
 `` Well what?'' Vincent asked her. 
 
 `` I do n't suppose he's still hanging his arse from that bridge, Vincent, what the fuck happened after that?'' She asked him sarcastically. 
 
 `` Oh, the guards stopped and asked us what happened and where the killer went, I simply pointed in the direction of the stables at the other end of the bridge. Once they were out of sight the cloaked man jumped up from his hiding spot and told me he was sorry for the fish and said thank you. What kind of cold blooded killer apologizes and and thanks people? I told you, it was as if he were an avenging angel with no qualms toward decent folk.'' Vincent finished. 
 
 `` That is a bit odd innit'? A man that kills five people and in the same instance turns around and thanks others. All sounds a bit King Henry-ish to me, maybe the man was short a few wagon wheels.'' She said gathering their plates to wash in the basin later. 
 
 `` Odd, I suppose...,'' A knock on their door interrupted Vincent and he looked at his sister. `` you expecting anyone?'' 
 
 `` No, t' might be the stable hand with the udder balm I ordered earlier though.'' Marley informed him. 
 
 Vincent stood up and answered the door to the pitch black night overhead, and on the ground was a bucket filled with eight decent sized fish. Attached to the bucket itself was a note in beautifully calligraphied English reading. 
 
'I want to thank you for your discretion and kindness to a stranger, friend, and to properly apologize as well about your fishing spoils. I have been informed by the other merchants in town that you are the resident balcksmith for these parts. I believe that our meeting each other may be more than circumstance. I am in need of good steel and armor and have more than enough coin to purchase and reserve your services should you be so interested. For the duration of my time in the Ire, I would like to retain your services and discretion. If you wish to meet and discuss further detail and transaction meet me at the church when the sun is highest tomorrow. I will take no offense in refusal of this offer either way. Once again, thank you.'' Sincerely, Giovanni Auditor'e 
 
 Beneath the initials was a symbol stamped into a thin wax seal. Vincent had seen it once before during commerce in Dublin at the cartographers guild building, it was a triangle with no base and an intricate design. Stories from his youth suggested the symbol was a emblem of legendary hashishini from the Egypt country. 

