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The awaiting food were sandwhich wraps, thin bread wrapped around some kind of ash-field lettuce (so the leaves were a brownish color), with netch jerky, and ash yams.

The mist curled around Danric as the assassin climbed, and as he landed on the balcony, he was greeted by the sight of one very surprised guard.

Alecos landed in a crouch on one of the keep's walls. Keep Redoran was hexagonical in shape, walls surrounding a courtyard with the central building, containing library, dining hall, ballroom, and the nobles' bedrooms. There was a seperate building for servants, another for the coachhouse and stables, and another for the kitchen.

Alecos tossed him through the air was again, and casted Feather on himself to slow his descent onto a roof top. A guard was just below him, and he crashed into the man. In an instant he'd whipped out a Nordic dagger, the Quicksilver blade dull in the light, and slashed the man's throat.

The guard was either a lesser noble, so Alecos wouldn't mourn his loss, or a serf who'd turned on his kind for a few Ur. If the latter was the case, well... all the better.

He glanced up, looking on at the noble keep, determined to find a way in.