Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24597741-20131215025337/@comment-4441359-20131215045514

(I'll take control of the assassin)

The assassin crept silently into the headquarters of the Imperial Assassins Guild. He entered the dorm rooms, where the new recruits were bunked. The bed closest to the door was occupied, ad he crept closer. An Imperial man slept there, unaware of the danger lurking over him. The assassin drew a thin blade, paused for a moment, then plunged it into the man's heart. He never woke up. The assassin carefully laid the note on the man's face and left the room.

John Smith was sitting in a dark corner in the King and Queen Tavern. An untouched mug of ale sat in front of him. A dark figure stepped forward and sat across from him. The assassin leant forward and whispered "It is done".

"Good" said John, chucking him the rest of the gold. "I trust you didn't open the letter?"

"No" said the assassin shortly, getting up and leaving.

Quick as a flash, John's hand darted out and snatched the bad of goldd off the assassins belt. Smiling to himself, he got up and left in the opposite direction, taking the basement route to the sewers.