“A Knight?” Renn almost choked. “I can’t kill a Knight.”
“You can and will,” Bal stared out the window into the city.
“What happens if I don’t?”
“Then you will not be contemporaneous with your own life by sun up,” Bal turned and left the room.
“Is there a particular Knight that I must kill?” Renn called after him, but received no response.
He looked out of the window as the sun was lowering on the horizon. Such a short amount of time to plan and execute a kill order. Renn collected his gear and ran back down the stairs.