[ IP ] The Ghost Thief

Aurélie put a stopper on the flask as the last of the spirit flowed into it, like a river of the damned flowing into an ocean of hate. She could hardly believe her luck, stumbling into a tomb of soldiers disturbed. They died in battle, filled with hate and violence. She knew people who would pay good money for them. Addicts and dealers would be lining up for these. She would n't sell them to addicts and dealers though. No, for souls this quality, she would have to go to a connoisseur. She would go straight to the Underking himself. Show him the quality and then sell him the location. She could retire based on this find! Buy a house with a servant and spend the rest of her days gossiping at garden parties. Oh yes. This was the find of her life, and Aurélie was going to capitalize on every last bit of it; just one more bottle to go. 
 
 Aurélie harvested the souls perfectly, save for one small mistake. She was so excited with her find, that she didn ’ t notice the movement in the shadows, the sound of bone on stone, and of steel on leather...
