Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20151108001053/@comment-5543592-20151108223327

Lazarus Grimm wrote: Danric locked his room behind him and fastened the crossbow over his back to his shoulder pad. He doubted he would be able to find anyone at the Redoran Keep matching the incredibly vague descriptions given in the assignment documents, but at least it was something. A young Dunmer female in her twenties, working as a maid, would perhaps stand out in a house of nobles? If he couldn't find her tonight, he would make another try tomorrow.

He stuck the twin blades in their sheaths, pulled a scarf up over his mouth and nose and headed up on the rooftop, overlooking the city. The light on the horizon, peering through the layers of falling ash, would soon go dim and milky. All the better for a successful assassination. He reckoned that when the mist came the guards would have a hard time finding him, but then again he had no intention of alerting them.

Still, mistakes could be made, and it was better to be take every little detail into the count than just neglecting them and go spontaneously onward. He knew of many would-be assassins who had met their early demise by always keeping to their first plan, never backing down on it.

He took a skip from one rooftop to another, landing on what he perceived to be a store of some kind. The keep was still far off, but he would without any doubt be able to get there unseen. As Danric walked a small boy caught up to him from behind. Without a word, the boy wished into his satchel, pulled out a sealed envelope, and shoved it into Danric's hands. With that, he was off again.