The Agent of the Seven Gray Judges looked over the scene for the second time and sighed. “You let the man escape, even after the Judges expressed they desire to have him stand trail?”
“We did not let him, as such, he murdered the guard,” said the official his expression closed, anger simmering in his eyes.
The Agent sighed again. “Do not that that as a slight, more a warning, if the Judges take an interest it implies a level of danger that should not be ignored.”
The official grunted.
The Agent touched a drop of blood, obviously not from the guard, with his dagger and watched the gem set in it change from clear to blood red and pulse softly. “He will not go unpunished, I and the Judges will insure that.”
Blood Tracker Dagger
These daggers come in all types, though the grip is often made of bone or horn, the one constant is a clear or milky gem set in the cross-guard.


