"He didnt have a chance" boasted the theif "I was too much for him. I advanced on his manor very quitly. When I had entered the courtyard I saw a gaurd approach, and drew my dagger. I stabbed his throat so he could only utter a gurgling sigh, then I stabbed him in the heart. I dragged him over to some bushes, and hid him from view. I then entered through an open window. A gaurd spotted me, and grabbed me from behind. I stomped my foot, which a dagger now sprung out of. I did a back flipped and stabbed him in the forehead. I hid his body, and scaled the wall, onto the ceiling. I slowly made my way over to Lord Shivarns bedroom. I waited until no one was presnet, and dropped down. I broke the lock, and stepped in. I locked it, as I heard footsteps.I took out my dagger, and made the fatal incision. By the time the captians broke down the door to warn their lord of the dead bodies, I was over at the tavern, with you."
"Good work theif, now Shivarn can never stop my plans for Oren-Dey" said the hooded figure of Lord Jerimian. As the theif started to leave, his pay in his hands, he quickly added, "Wait, you have one more man to take care of, a wonderer, and a freak..."