Nanowrimo Day Four

Wordcount: 6320

Tough day today. Was sick, and didn’t get any writing done until late in the evening. Hopefully will be able to get past the target line and into a lead before the weekend.

Tonight’s snippet:

The rogue simply turned and walked away down the corridor. Felchy followed, matching the woman’s steady, deliberate pace. A clicking sound behind Felchy made him turn around in alarm, his hand straying down to his sheathed dagger. Looking back towards the entrance, Felchy realised the door had silently closed behind him, and the locks had automatically slid back in to place. He shut his eyes for a second and took a deep breath, willing his heart rate back down and letting the tension ebb out of his weapon hand. He turned back towards the inside of the Thieves Guild and looked for his guide, only to be greeted with an empty corridor. Felchy’s eyes narrowed, and again his right hand moved towards the hilt of his dagger. He grasped the hilt and was just about to draw when he felt a small pressure in the small of his back, and breath on his ear as someone whispered into it.