Lowthor
Idea Man
Vel ducked into the alcove's murky shadows. He could see perfectly, but the hired thugs that served as guards to the target would have no idea he was there. Silently he waited for the guard to pass him, then left his hiding place and continued along the hallway to the room at the end. The door was of thick oak, and by the looks of things reinforced. He whispered a prayer to the Lady Yillyth that he could get past the lock. Battering the door down would have the five guards he'd passed running here, and then it would get messy.
He pulled a picklock from his boot, and crouched down by the keyhole. It was too dark to see into the lock, but from the feel of it, it was poorly crafted. After only a few moments, he'd picked the lock by feel, and was creeping into the room. The heavy iron hinges of the door threatened to creak, but he slipped through the opening before it got the chance to give him away.
Once he was in the room, the target was as good as dead. Yillyth's gift caused a razor sharp dagger to appear in his hand, and he walked over to the sleeping merchant. Blood soaked the sheets as Vel's dagger cut first the man's jugular, then his windpipe. One clean cut, and then Vel was on his way out...
...Less than an hour later, Vel's nuckles rapped against Kayt's door. He'd already reported the task's completion to his superiors in the guild.
"Sister?" He asked whilst he waited for her to open the door.
He pulled a picklock from his boot, and crouched down by the keyhole. It was too dark to see into the lock, but from the feel of it, it was poorly crafted. After only a few moments, he'd picked the lock by feel, and was creeping into the room. The heavy iron hinges of the door threatened to creak, but he slipped through the opening before it got the chance to give him away.
Once he was in the room, the target was as good as dead. Yillyth's gift caused a razor sharp dagger to appear in his hand, and he walked over to the sleeping merchant. Blood soaked the sheets as Vel's dagger cut first the man's jugular, then his windpipe. One clean cut, and then Vel was on his way out...
...Less than an hour later, Vel's nuckles rapped against Kayt's door. He'd already reported the task's completion to his superiors in the guild.
"Sister?" He asked whilst he waited for her to open the door.