(The Drunken Fish) Possibilities (Open)

by **Kiara Killraven** on June 19th, 2011, 10:20 pm

Kiara grinned to herself slightly. Watching each of their reactions to her intrusion into the conversation. For her it was rather amusing to watch the surprise cross people's faces when they suddenly realized her presence. Stealth had never really been her thing before. But recently she had been attempting it and was more then happy with the results she had been having up to this point.

Her eyes played over the crowd again. If she was going to go into business with them she had best know what to expect. From her vantage point she could see each of the immediate people in the conversation. The giant of a man was clearly dangerous. Even if he didn't have that massive sword with him, he was just over a foot taller then she was and easily many times as strong. Someone that large however wouldn't physically be able to move as fast as she could. Though she had to admit he had a much further reach considering his sword and his size.

Her dark eyes fell the one that the giant had already more then once indicated as his companion. The man looked more like a crone then a man honestly. He didn't look like his body could even handle fighting, much less do it well. Yet despite that Kiara could have sworn she saw something in his eyes, something that made a chill crawl up the back of her spine. That is when she realized, he had to be a mage. The more she thought about it the more it made sense. The few she had had the bad luck of running into had been nothing but paltry dabblers, not able to do much of anything with their great magics. She got the feeling this one wouldn't be so pathetic. If push came to shove and she double crossed this group, he would surely be the first one that needed to die.

Considering the man seemed more interested in what was in his cup then what was going on around him, Kiara moved her eyes on to the rest of the group. Compared to the first two, the other two males present weren't as far out of the ordinary, or what could be considered ordinary in Sunberth. She dismissed them almost as soon as her eyes fell on them. It was the Zith her eyes fell on next. Personally she had never met one before. But she had heard stories. Kiara's eyes lit with a malevolent gleam for a moment. If even half of them were true this was going to be a fun venture indeed.

Lastly but certainly not least, her eyes fell on the farm girl. She looked far too innocent and naive to be a cutthroat like the rest of them. Despite the awkward angel Kiara sat, and the giant sitting relatively close enough to only let her see a partial bit of the girl, she liked what she saw. A slow grin spread across her face as she saw the girl's eyes dart back and forth, her movements speaking of shyness. A small tongue extended from Kiara's lips, wetting them slowly. I'll have to change that won't I?

Her attention on the farm girl was broken however when a random patron separated himself from the crowd and approached the table. Making sure not to cause her cloak to move, Kiara's arm moved down, silently slipping her fingers around the hilt of the dagger strapped to her right leg. She didn't like surprises. The daggers blade slipped from it's sheath, Kiara some how managing to keep it from making a sound. Murder was common in Sunberth. Most of all it was common in the taverns, brawls often leading to at least one casualty. She could have killed him right then and there, no one would have stopped her. The most that would have happened was an odd look from the crowd before they went about their business. The words that spilled from his mouth stopped her in her tracks.

She listened to the mans words intently. Fifty gold mizas a piece for taking out the guards and taking their place. To spend that much money, there had to be a bit more at stake then a mere shipment of drugs. Only a fool would believe that was the whole story. But they were middle men. Middle men never know the full details. She sat back a moment, letting the choices she had mull over. When it came down to it. She didn't have much of a choice. Moving her arm again, it left the folds of the cloak and swung downwards sharply, burying the tip of the dagger into the wood of her table. Slowly she pulled back the hood of her cloak, the snow white hair draping her shoulders coming into full view. Her refined facial structure made her look more of noble blood then a street rat. In all she would have been considered quite the beauty had it not been for her eyes. The eyes themselves looked normal, if a bit darker then what was normal in Sunberth. It was the cold gaze that came from them that lacked beauty. These were the eyes of a predator, something that knew what it was to take another's life and enjoyed it.

"I'll accept as well." The sound that came from her mouth sounded warm and sweet, just what you would expect from a woman her age. If you were anywhere but in Sunberth that is. "But if you double cross me, you won't even be suitable for a nuit when I am through with you." The words and the sweetness in her voice, forming stark contrasts to each other.

by **Corinth** on June 20th, 2011, 12:51 am

Day 1 Summer 511 AV

There had been so much going on around her in the short amount of time Cor had been in The Drunken Fish, that she began to zone out. She watched as Cade's friend, Eryss, swirled his water around in his cup. It was hypnotic almost.

When the snow haired girl stepped up to their table Cor grabbed at Cade's glass of water he offered and simply sipped slowly trying not to make eye contact with anyone. This girl looked other worldly. Not at magnificent as Joyce. There was something about Joyce, oddly enough, that seemed comfortable, but this new girl sent a cuatious jolt through Corinth. Is she staring at me?

Cor retreated back into her own water. When Cade and Eryss spoke up Cor wandered whether it would even be necessary to say anything. If Cade is going, I hope he intended for me to go as well? Wait a second...Wasn't I leaving? I don't even know this man. I don't know anything about him. He could be using me? Money...you could use that. What would a stupid farm girl have to offer with a task such as this? You have no idea how to use your dagger as it is. All you've killed is a fox and a rabbit, ever. I suppose now is as good as any a time to learn?
"I suppose I'm in too." It was the first time Cor muttured a word since any of the other guests at the table arrived. She became very aware of the almost mousy tone to her voice. There is no way anyone here would take me seriously... Corinth took another wearied glance at the white haired girl, then at Cade as he stood there with his sword over his shoulder. He better not let me down.

by **Antar** on June 20th, 2011, 3:07 am

After being thanked by the one woman all Antar did was nod politely, wink, and lean back in his chair. He was comfortable in watching, just watching and waiting as he measured which people were which. Like the rest of the table he was a bit taken aback by someone who seemed to sneak up on them to join.

In the form of a young woman no less... dangerous and daringly beautiful.

He smiled a little and nodded as he could as he seemed to agree with the topics of conversation at hand, slowly wondering if anyone else would join the table.

And he didn't have to wait long, till the man named "Reacher" had arrived.

The man's facade of expressing emotional masks of persona were definitely better then his own. And he smiled a bit, though truth be told he may have tightened instinctively for a brief second when hand came upon his shoulder before he forced his muscles to relax as the conversation ensued. It took some will power to remain there smiling after turning slightly to view the man speaking before nodding his head in acknowledgement of hearing the words the man spoke clearly.

After all, the others at the table weren't the one's still with the man's proverbial knife at their back. But no matter, that was the way of Sunberth, every thief in this city knew when to play a part. It was almost like being a part of some great drama played by a set of actors who knew they were the actors, yet also the audience, and also the undertakers of meddlesome bodies when things went wrong.

Or, perhaps the actors were a bit more likely to leave said bodies lying fallow in the heated sun. Just leaving them there until the corpse's pockets were picked over, their flesh torn out by carrion birds, and the bodies laying fallow with rot.

'All in all it was an interesting thought... but one best considered later.'

With a bit of deft gesture Noth picked up his mug of water, and slowly chimed glasses with Reacher who held out his mug towards the center of the table as the remaining considered their words.

"Well Sir, I must say I must accept the offer of employment from you here today. And gladly ask the people of this table work with good company."

Noth spared a glance towards the rather dangerous femme fatale accompanied by another wink before turning his left eye back towards Reacher and lowering his voice a little. Sometimes it was best to know when to shout and when to not. When to whisper and when to scream. This was neither such times, merely a time to pitch one's voice so other tables might not hear. No one liked a job to go awry because of prying eyes and ears. Things could get... messy that way.

Antar sighed a moment before finishing, "It's always good to be a little cautious, we all know that. However, I must ask you, Reacher, my goodly bad man that since you already know where this warehouse is , then perhaps you might tell us if these people moving in on your associate's turf might have someone we might press for information first.
It's always good to, ah... loosen someone's tongue of the other party who can 'disappear' easily so we might know what to expect in those who come calling for the goods. Don't you think, Mr. Reacher?"

by **Darian** on June 20th, 2011, 7:35 am

The newest man's arrival came somewhat as a very pleasant surprise to him, and he found himself very much so agreeing with the sound job, especially cause that it had such a high pay off for what he saw as minimal risk to his person. All it was to take care of some people and keep the package safe and sound, and the prospect of a bonus surely tipped the scales over to him, and all of the sudden, it seemed that his rag tag bunch through whatever god or goddess had their eye on them obviously intended them to work together, and while he found the notion preposterous even in his own thoughts the whole putting a face to a supposed fate suited the way his mind wound around the idea. He didn't really like working with people he didn't know but the reward was too great for him to consider not doing it, and he would just have to make sure to see to his and Cass needs first and foremost, ready to kill anyone who tried anything to harm either of him. He might not be the most skilled fighter on the streets but he had more than a few tricks up his sleeves that could get him and her out of a knot or two.

If something went down and the group was split into halves of one side fighting the other, he would definitely throw in his lot with the giant of a man, and his two friends knowing that that side would be the most likely to win, even though he did not really like the crudeness of the man. The newest woman, and mysterious man where people he did not trust in the slightest not that he trusted anyone at the table besides Cass, and if push came to shove, he suspected the two he had properly introduced himself to and bout drinks for would be more likely not to bury a dagger in his back just as soon as the others might should things get hairy. He already had blood on his hands, and he did not fear adding a little bit more, but one needed to choose their battles wisely or risk getting into something they couldn't handle whatsoever. The thoughts led him to wonder where this man's angle might be, and certainly he looked a little to suave to be conducting such business from a unlikely group of rouges such as this but perhaps he was just as desperate as he had been that day he enlisted the help of a shadow pad just to kill the package right in front of her. That had been of a foolish move on his part, but back then he was just staking a claim for himself, building a sort of reputation, that was until he learned a reputation could get you killed out here and he decided to lay low from then on.

Seeing everyone else before him signing on with the man, convinced him more or less to join in, and he stood up, and slowly he reached his hand around to his back, and pulled his long sword from its covered sheath their, holding it up before him in the light before resting the cold iron across his forearm, a customary way to bare your allegiance to someone in his circles. However this man might not know of such things so he decided to speak up as well. " You have my blade for this endeavor " he said simply, and offered only a simple nod before sticking the tip of the blade into the rough wood of the tavern floor, and resting the palms of his hands on top of the simply made, but very strong cold metal. His response was the sort of non-committal omission you would expect from one who lived by the streets, and by the look of this man he did indeed lived by the streets, at least at some point in time. His blade simply meant he would show, kill who he needed to kill, get his payment, then leave, what more could the man ask for, and what more use could he have of him. If their where more job opportunities, he supposed a connected man like he looked like he was could find him easily enough and it wouldn't be too hard persuading him to accept it as well. He however gave himself to no one, well that was at least before, but his person and reputation remained for him, and him alone to forge, and if the man wanted to play with lives, he could play with those newcomers at the table that he had little time to study, and satisfied with his response, he simply remained standing while keeping eye contact with the man, a slight glimmer in his eye appearing when he remembered the prospect of a bonus, and the man's allusions to items of note.

by **Cass** on June 20th, 2011, 8:06 am

The arrival of the strange man caused Cass to wonder just how many more people would stop by their table before the night was through. First the sudden arrival of Anthony, then the strange female and now another older man. But this new stranger had come bearing a job. The job sounded relativiely easy to Cass. And with the group's size it wouldn't be that hard to complete the job and collect their payment. But she stayed quiet, waiting on Darian's desicion. If he decided to join in then she would. But if he decided against taking the offer, then that would be the end of it. Plain and simple.

One by one the members at the table began accepting the job offer. The huge barbarian was the first to accept the offer, pulling his sword as a show of faith it seemed. Cass watched Cade, still not quite sure what she thought about the man. He was strong and clearly knew how to handle a blade. But did he also have the sense of a warrior? Cass couldn't help but think of some of the deadlier Ziths back in the tunnels whenever she looked at Cade. Turning her attention over to Cade's odd campanion Cass simply had no idea what to think about the odd man. He had said very little, but then again, she herself hadn't said much either. Her focus drifted over to the strange white haired woman. The fleeting look the woman gave her caused Cass to sit up a bit straighter. What was her game? What were her true motives? Her gaze moved over to the other female at the table, the quieter one. She hadn't said much either. But something told Cass to keep watch on the white haired woman rather than the quiet one. Her eyes eventually landed on Anthony. Like everyone else at the table Cass couldn't figure him out either. His words were confusing but he had kindly bought the table some water.

Noticing that everyone else had agreed to the job offer Cass turned her attention back over to Darian. All that remained now was whether Darian agreed to the offer or not. She watched as he rose to his feet and pulled his sword. For a split second Cass feared that he was about to challenge the table. If so then they would have been slaughtered. But her fear died when he instead agreed to the job, simply showing off his long blade. Now, all that was left was her response. But that was easy. Turning around in her seat, Cass faced the older man. "I also accept your offer." She had nothing to show, no blade or anything else that might awe the stranger. So Cass simply nodded and then repositioned herself on her seat.

There. Her and Darian had agreed to the job. Now all that remained was surviving with people they barely met. Cass didn't feel safe at all around these people but she kpt her mouth shut. There was no need to voice her concern. Besides, if anything bad were to happen to either her or Darian...then blood would flow. In rivers.

by **Darren** on June 21st, 2011, 1:20 am

[Guest Story Telling]

Reacher's expression twitched or improved with each actions his patrons took, though indications he was trying to remain civil was easily seen. The first one to speak was the barbarian, a man that seemed to be made for such plans. Though as Cade drew his sword much to Reacher's displeasure the words that he spoke made up for the rash action. "And I wouldn't ask for anything more. Welcome Cade" he said nonchalantly as he looked to see what the others had to say. The silent man who seemed to be Cade's companion also accepted, though the request for a room was quickly blocked. He motioned the barmaid to cancel the room, there would be any real time to relax just yet. He returned the "hand remark" with a showy one of his own. "Alright..." he mocked as his eyes scan to the others to the table.

As he saw Kiara reach slowly away from her, he described a circle with his index finger. Pursing his lips as Kiara threw the dagger unto the table he closed his eyes in mock surprise and amusement. An agreement And a threat, my my... isn't this one efficient? he mused silently as he noted the soft voice. Already he could feel several curious eyes looking at the table in response to the knife, coughing lightly as a warning the patrons resumed drinking before he fully open his eyes. Quickly beaming at Corith's response he shook his head excited. "Most excellent! I was hoping you would come" he cooed as his eyes hovered over the quaint, homely looking girl.

Something about Antar when he talked made him chuckle. "Haha, of course. We'll all play nice and make sure toes aren't stepped on right?" he asked as he gazed around the table. "No. Actually let's just focus on getting the job done alright dumb ass?" he said as he rolled his eyes, resisting the urge to brain the Antar. His response to Antar's next request wasn't much better either. "Boy, now's not the time to be cautious. I'm a very busy man and I don't think watching you individually interrogate a random man will be a very productive use of my time" he explained as he noted some of the showy actions some already took. There was a time and place for everything was his personal slogan. Both of which were working against him. He didn't even bother to turn back as whispers started forming behind them.

Thankfully the last pair seemed to understand the situation, sorta. He smiled warmly as he nodded his head to both of them. "We are all agreed then he said as he took a salutary swig from his cup. Alright grab your equipment ladies and let's get going” he said disinterested as he turned to leave. They walked for the better part of a chime as they made their ways to the outskirts of the city. Upon reaching the desired “residential home” he stopped the group a block away. “Alright...let's see. You, you, and you.” he said pointing at Cade, Eryss, and Coritnth. “We'll have you cover the front and get their attention. While that's going on you two.” he said pointing at Antar and Kiara. "Go through whatever side openings you can find. Flank them, hit them before they realize your there.” he clarified as he turn to the final pair. “And the lucky pair... Gets to watch the back, make sure no one gets away. Maybe even attract one of the people posted in the back away from the group” he said as he waved his finger in erratic motions pointing at Cade. “If they are into that. I dunno” Reacher shrugged as he lightly pushed the last group away. He watched the three individual groups head out to their respective assignments before he realized another part of his plan. “Oh! And if you can keep it as clean as possible. Don't let any get away you hear?” he shouted before he turned back and disappeared into an alley.

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by **Kiara Killraven** on June 21st, 2011, 3:54 am

Almost as soon as Kiara revealed her dagger, she pulled it from its perch on the table. She sat back down at the table as the dagger disappeared beneath the folds of her cloak. Despite being accused of lacking a sense of humor, Kiara had to bite her lip in order not to laugh at Antar's getting chewed out. It didn't take long for the group to reach the house. The entire way Kiara had been silent, choosing to listen to the others instead of actually talk herself. Besides talking to others was something she wasn't very used to. She was more of a loner then someone that spent time around others.

Kiara listened to her instructions in the same manner she had spent her walk with the others, silently. After hearing what each of them were to do, she finally discarded her cloak. As the cloth fell to the ground, the reason she had worn it became clear. In the darkening light, the ink black night leather still seemed to absorb the light around it, making her body look more like a shadow then an actual person. Moving on the balls of her feet she moved off, moving at a low crouch to keep her body from being seen from the window.

After reaching the window she looked in. She saw three men in her immediate field of vision. Two of them sat at a table, one facing away and the other facing her direction. Looking further across the room she could just make out the guy with the crossbow. He seemed more interested in door then looking into the rest of the room. On top of that it would be difficult to get a clear shot at her if she could get through the window without drawing fire. She turned back towards Antar. Pointing towards the man that sat at the table facing away from her before whispering to him lowly. "When he turns to look at the door again, raise up and shoot the one looking our way." she said. She paused for a moment, making sure they weren't heard before continuing. "I will get the guy at the table. You worry about the guy with the crossbow." Slowly, silently she drew one of the daggers from their sheath, holding it between her teeth as she moved up to the window, climbing into it as quickly as she could when she saw Antar's arrow whiz by her head.

by **Antar** on June 21st, 2011, 4:40 am

He smiled a bit as he walked at Reacher's comments about being a dumbass. Like the femme fatale, he really minded to stay silent as he figured things out.

At very least it seemed he was fooling someone with his facade, though he had to say not getting the chance to torture someone first was a bit disappointing. He truly loved the moment some mark realized they weren't getting away from him unscathed without ponying up some information. It was all one might do to get information on how many people they were all about to go up against. But then there was that time thing, the employer was certainly in a rush.

But he had one thing drilled into him- Rushing creates wasted energy.

Wasted energy just means that you were more likely to end up dead instead of the other guy. His viewpoint was it was better to plan sometimes, scout out an area, and take things slow. But if there was the idea of a package in need of recovery, then there was a counterargument to hitting hard and striking fast. Honestly, he was fine with either. Each possibility carried its own appeals if he could limit the risks to himself.

Though, Noth would admit there was something about relying on one’s own skills to carry them through which held a bit of adventure. Personally he’d rather just watch the house, wait for the people to exit one by one, and dispose of them in sequence so long as the goods were confirmed to remain inside. It was a simple matter of understanding a most basic rule; People weren’t that scary or a threat to you if you could simply remove them from the picture. How many people in this world, besides those in Sunberth, realized the one fact that if you needed to get ahead in life and someone was blocking your way there was always a simple solution.

That solution being the most direct one, so long as you weren’t caught. So it really didn’t bother him that their present employer was opting for the direct route. Antar just wanted it done as quietly and as quickly as possible so they weren’t going to bothered with things later. When the white haired woman nodded and ran off, Antar followed after but a single nod to the others...

Stealth wasn’t just about being quiet or noisy, it was more of a notion of where to step, and how to step which required set actions of the body to move quietly and quickly while always being aware of what was underfoot. For a second’s time he thanked that the shadows of the evening were present, keeping their presence shrouded from the home, but it was a struggle to keep pace behind the white haired femme fatale and still remain silent. He wasn’t a good at her it seemed, more like a child stumbling after a teenager on the track, but he did his best.

He did his best by keeping his body low, and his steps firm in his footing, but slow in their pacing. He didn’t possess armor yet, so only his dark colored clothes would do as camouflage now. When they stopped in sight of the side windows the woman began to speak, and he began to nod with an instinctive grasp of the situation.

The rudiments of the job necessitated quiet as he slowly drew his longbow from behind his back to notch an arrow as the white haired woman spoke again. He was already in mid process of drawing a bead as his eyes took in the situation.

Three men in view. Guards, a bit of parchment or vellum on the table. He wasn’t very talkative on a job. After all a job was a job.

The guards, the window, one facing towards them at a table, one away, and a third off in the background deeper inside the demesne.

Breathing slowly he notched an arrow making sure to exhale the air in his lungs as the string drew tautly back towards the side of his cheek. Three fingers, as the guide, pulling the arrow, not the string itself. Many used their strength to pull the string instead of leaning into the bow to draw it, This was a mistake. Most people who shot a bow and arrow made another mistake of holding their breath when they released. With more air in one’s lungs, you had a better chance of making your aim unsteady, as your posture might make your hands shake and thus forcing your shot to go wide.

Then there was the foolish ones who aimed right down the shaft and expected it to hit the target. A bow was an instrument, but the arrows it fired never traveled in a straight line. For starters, the arrow was sighted alongside bow’s shaft meaning that your shot was always slightly going to one side, and in that regards, one had to adjust their aim slightly to the right if the arrow was grooved to the left or vice versa if one arrow was grooved to the right.

Without good form, an archer would never hit anything close to the accuracy they’d need to kill another man. With barely a word, his aim was on target in a slow draw, sighted upon the mens center of mass, just towards the throat if he took in how the arrow would fall. The potential power of the corded string was ready make the arrow leap from his weapon upon release.

With his aim on target, Noth let loose the bolt and the arrow flew.

by **Cass** on June 21st, 2011, 5:30 am

The older's man response to their collective agreement reaffirmed Cass's suspiscions that he had some power about him. She silently made a note to not foolishly double cross a man like that. She wouldn't be able to survive the consequences. She knew that very well. Standing up Cass kept close to Darian as she followed Reacher and the group out and away from the tavern. She kept her cloak tight around her body to keep her beastly nature concealed from outside eyes. The group walked for a good amount of time until Reacher finally brought the entire group to a halt. She watched as the older man broke the large group up into three smaller groups. Cass was thankful that she had been paired with Darian and not any of the other strangers. Hearing their group's task Cass walked with Darian towards the back of the chosen house, hiding in the side streets.

Cass took a long moment to study the back of the house. There was an armed man patroling the roof of the house. And by the looks of it the man was armed with a crossbow. She silently stared at the back of the house, wondering how to take care of the man on the roof. Getting to the roof wasn't the problem and since Darian couldn't fly it would have to be her. But flying at the man growling and with her claws outstretched could easily attract attention and get her shot down by an arrow. No. She would have to be more creative than that.

It took awhile before Reacher's words echoed faintly in her head and the memory of Cade's roaming eyes flashing through her head. A small plan began to form. Looking over at Darian she gave him a quick kiss on his cheek before quickly stripping down to merely her bra and underwear. "Know that my heart lies in your hands. But I have an idea. I hope to attract the man's attention elsewhere. Once I'm close I'll go for the kill." Without another word Cass's wings stretched out and quietly beat against the ground, lifting her up into the air. Cass did her best to fly as quietly as she could up and over to the rooftop. When her feet touched the rooftop Cass's eyes landed solely on the man with the crossbow. Stretching her wings out so nothing could be concealed Cass put on her best smile.

"Excuse me kind sir but I think I'm a bit lost," Cass began, hoping to capture the man's full attention. "Everyone who I've asked for help has shown me the door. And I was wondering if maybe you could help me. You look nice enough. And smart enough. What do you say?"

by **Darian** on June 21st, 2011, 2:13 pm

His heart beat faster as the meeting drew to a close and he realized that the mission would be this very night. Raising the fine sword up and over his shoulder, he slid in carefully into the sheath on his back, and proceeded to follow the other man out of the tavern with his hand pulling the black cloak draped across his shoulders tight around him. Reaching behind him he also pulled the hood up over his head, just in case someone he had offended in the past caught his eye on this night, and continued on his way till they got near the outskirts of Sunberth. A quick look around the area told him that he was quite near where his home as a child was, and the thought brought up mixed feelings that he quickly shook away, feelings had no place on a job. There was one thing that he could use though from it, as he more or less recognized the area this building was in, but not the building itself, he wasn't really focused on buildings as a kid after all, but the little that he did know might even prove helpful later on.

He went wherever the older man pointed him towards, and when he finally got behind the house with Cass he looked up to the building and noted only one man from their vantage point. If he grabbed at the corner of the houses holds, and hoisted himself up, he could get himself to the man's level but he would be a easy target, then Cass's suggestion of distraction rang in his head, and he mused over it, deciding that it would be best, but before she departed he muttered " Stay safe " softly so as to not draw any attention to themselves. Then he was off, shrugging off his clothing to reveal the darker, then dark leather armor underneath, and the darkness was his ally even if he wasn't so skilled in the art of walking undetected. He suspected they wouldn't be able to hear him until he was very close so by the time he was at the back of the building, a lone door serving as a entrance to and from the place, he took a breather, and looked up to try and determine if he could make it but now was the time for action not thinking things through. Taking hand holds where he could, he spider walked around to the right edge of the building that was opposite of the side that Cass would land, and he climbed up a little bit but it was hard, and his hands kept slipping off some of the crumbling holds.

Eventually he reached the lip of the roof when he heard Cass's voice and he suspected that the guard might be orienting on her in that very moment. He counted under his breath till, ten and then swinging to the side rolled onto the roof and drew his dagger from its hidden sheath as he did so, and springing to his feet, hoping against all odds that the guard was too distracted by Cass to notice his entrance looked towards the man. If his face was even slightly turned towards him, he would do a desperate move and hurl his dagger at the man across the short expanse between them and hope it hit him in the chest to pierce his heart or lungs so he couldn't cry out. If the man was not looking at him and instead focused on Cass, he would try and sneak up on the man as quietly as possible, knife held in a underhand grip, and if he could get close he would go for the jugular, but if the tip of his crossbow raised in definite motion towards Cass he would run flat out across the roof, and stab towards the man’s lower back region where he suspected that he could pierce a lung by hooking it up under the ribs.