Kunst, Chapter 1

=== Prelude: ===
This is the first of the Joran Chronicles. It was my first attempt at writing from a character POV, and is thus leaves something to be desired. 
== Beginning ==
=== Kunst, Chapter 1 ===
Late at night, in Hrad Drejkstejn, Kunst lay awake in his bed, reading an old record. A knock came from the door.
“Come in.” The aged lord bid, and the door swung open. There stood his retainer, Hal. 
“Ah, Hal, what is it?” 
Hal, staring blankly forward, fell through the doorframe, a knife in the back of his neck. Behind him stood a man in a dark cloak, a sword in his hands. 
Kunst jumped out of bed, and began to battle the unknown intruder with his bare hands. 
He lunged for Hal’s sword, and blocked a strike by the man. “Someone wants ye dead!” Came a raspy voice from beneath the hood “Someone will be disappointed tonight!” Kunst replied, kicking the man away. 
The attacker responded with a strike from his pommel, and knocked Kunst to the ground. “I think they’ll be very pleased with the result.” The assassin said, raising his sword. 
Shouting and the sound of boots running up stairs came from the room next door. A man-at-arms burst through the door, sword raised. “My lord, what’s going-“ he said, taking in the sight of Kunst on his back, the attacker with raised sword in his hand. 
“Halt you!” He called, before advancing to the defense of his liege. The attacker sheathed his sword, ran to the opposite side of the room, and dove through a large glass window, shattering it. 
The soldier followed him to the window, but stopped, watching the attacker flee into darkness below. 
“That was....exciting.” The old noble said, coming to the window as well. “And....rather foreboding....Shan’t be sleeping tonight, I’m afraid.”