Night was perfect. It was bliss. Night was Ynyseh's greatest ally, his closest friend. It covered his tracks, blanketed him with silence, and offered him total concentration to accomplish his missions.
Not that this one was any different. It was a local mob hit, just like the last three contracts. Things were getting dicy, but it was fine for a mercenary assassin like Ynyseh. He just got more money.
The streets were crawling with soldiers, but most of them weren't the normal patrols. These were the Magi Round-Ups, but it would be just as bad if one of them found him.
Better make sure they don't then.
He moved with total silence through the darkest alley he could find, spotting a single guard stationed at the end, leaning against one wall. He snickered as he activated his Fade spell, disappearing from sight, then walked right up in front of hte poor fool and shoved his dagger through his throat. He was dead before he could scream.
There was a bit of a commotion on the other side of the street, a couple of dead guards, and a few spells. This was of particular interest to Ynyseh, but he couldn't check it out until his contract was complete. His curiosity would have to be staved until then.
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