Let me start from the beginning.
I have never encountered a target quite like him. He was always perceptive to his surrounding as if he were expecting someone, or something, to find him. Whether it was a dagger through his back or an old friend, I could care less. My sole role would be his death after all. Being his shadow for a week I had found where and when his death would occur. This would go in my favor after all in case other accidents were to occur; they always do. There was just one problem, well two to be truthful that would hinder me. Two guards were constantly stumbling behind him and didn’t seem to be a bigger threat. One was a burly man with a beard that could only be complimented by his axe. The other a female rogue and she mo…Read more >