A trade city that connects the east and west—the bustling marketplace seemed full of life... on the outside. In the shadows lurks a woman bent on bringing the assassin's guild to their knees. "*sigh* Sneaking around like this really doesn't suit me well."
As the sun set the spire's shadow grew and grew. The dead of night is an assassin's prime hour, the time for targets to fall to ruin. Her shadow reached out to another assassin. "What kind of assassin gets caught this easily?"