The blood flowed freely from the gash in Nimble's arm, mixing with the blood oozing from around the dirk in her gut on the rooftop. He yanked the dark green sash from around her waist and painfully bound up his arm.
Nimble pulled the mask from her face, but didn't recognize the young woman. She probably looked better before he'd pounded her face into a red and swollen mess, but the bubbles around her mouth and nose showed she was still alive. He patted her down, and found nothing else on her. The knife was off to the side. The green blade looking almost luminous. As he reached to pick it up the world spun, and Nimble collapsed to the roof.
A flash of consciousness, more spinning, sudden and intense pain all over, and a scream.
"Hey, you're awake." Allianora smiled down at him, her face lit by sunlight streaming through colored glass windows. "You were found on the street with this wrapped around your arm. Making new friends?"

The assassins of the Jade Knife are a primarily female organization, training young rich and/or noble daughters in the art of killing. The usually operate in boarding schools, hidden among the regular staff, teaching those who show the talent and inclination.They are named for their trademark weapon, which is usually poisoned, but like most assassins they are skilled with most lighter and smaller weapons, as well as unarmed combat, poison, and anything else that they can use to cause death.
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