Westgate Writs - Leah Shadowvein

[Runa Rothgar]

"She thinks she is special.. I can see it in her eyes."  The man complains as the moon light bounces off the alley walls to reveal his discouraged features.

The hooded archer leans back against the brick wall, arms folded while she listens.

"Why should I tell you all this?  I'll pay you well and just.. "  The noble grunts, "Make her disappear."

That signature thumb jerks to her sleek garb, " I don't friggin just 'make her disappear' without a good reason. I don't care how much you gonna pay me." 

"An Assassin with a conscience?"

"An Assassin with a code.  Do you want a senseless killer do this job?  Go ahead and that Assassin will turn aim, it's arrow pointed at you."  An index prods the noble in the chest, "It's my way.. or the highway, yah?"

"Alright.. Alright, I just didn't..."  

 "Hey? She has family?"  Leah interrupts, " You off her and the family returns fire. You pulling my arrows from the target?"

"Good point.  I suppose if her family got suspicious.."  The man ponders a moment.

"We gotta make it look an accident.  Sure, I can pluck her eyeballs out from a hundred paces, but that's no good in this situation. Now, what did she do to deserve death?"  A dark brow lofts curiously.

The man lowers his eyes to a puddle of water, taking in his own reflection as clouds and Selune peer from above,  "She had cheated on me, walked around me.. she knows no bounds to her deceit and betrayal. A divorce will ruin my reputation and she knows it.. just laughs in my face ." 

"This means you both are married, to each other, right? 'Cuz if you aren't, this is a no go.  Contracts are important and broken contracts deserve punishment."  The Archer's hood shuffles in a confident nod. 

"We are married, I can prove it."

"I'll take your word, because if I find out you aren't married.."

"I .. I understand. We are married."

"Good."

The man slides out a few platinum bars from his pack, "Cormyrian platinum as requested."

Leah's gloved hands reach out and smooth over the glimmering surface of her payment before shoving them neatly in her pack. With a bow of her head, those shadowed lips curl in approval.

"How are you going to do this, Miss?" The husband inquires, gazing to the Assassin's smile.

"It would be better if you were surprised to hear of your Wife's death, yah?"  

"That.. that sounds like a better plan."

"Go about your life.."   The Westhavian turns on a heel and saunters towards the darkness that envelopes the alley.

"Excuse me.. Miss? One last thing? I know we won't meet again, but.. just her right?  You aren't going to do anything to her family?"  

"Ha.." The Assassin looks over her shoulder with a smirk, "Nah, They won't die. They'll just suffer."

"Suffer?"

"That's the way 'she' likes it." 

"She?" The noble tilts his head curiously.

Leah two finger salutes back over her shoulder and slips into the shadows...

[Runa Rothgar]

Within a Dark alley as the moon splits a few dark clouds.

"I didn't expect you to.. be so efficient.." The Husband nods in approval, handing the final payment to the Archer.

Leah receives the platinum bar, holding them to the moonlight, noting the reflection. With a nod, Leah accepts and stuffs them quietly in her pack.

"I guess that is that, much appreciation." The widower comments before rubbing the back of his neck, "I lost my breath seeing her laying on the bed.. lifeless. No blood and she looked peaceful. I guess our maid found her like that."

"Yeah. And you were at your meeting with officials. It's all good. You spoke of her fluttering heart issue and now you are free." Leah two finger salutes in farewell, turning on her heel and departing a few quiet steps before halting.

"Widower..."

"Yes, Miss?" The man blinks, peering at the shadowy backside of the Assassin.

"Spread the word to those who need my skills. But I warn you.." Leah's head turns over her shoulder.

"Do not exploit me.."

"I.. yes Miss. I shall do so." A hard gulp passes as he turns to leave.



"Remember... I know where you live."

[Runa Rothgar]

The dead of night a single woman holds a barbed arrow head within her nervous fingers while idling within an alley way.  Her eyes focus on those walking past on the main street. Hooded and cloaked, the middle aged woman is just a call away for help if anyone chose to harass.  

With a start she turns deeper into the alley darkness.  With a few more steps the moonlight shines upon another hooded woman with a nod. 

"You have have the arrow tip...now... praise the Maiden of Pain with a squeeze..."  The Assassin gestures to the woman's delicate fingers.

With a hard gulp, the lonely woman opens up her palm and reveals the blood within, drooling from her wounds, "I... I already have been, it... it seems."

Leah grins from under her hood, "Then you are serious about meeting me. You understand what you are getting into by contacting me?"  An index juts out to the client.

"Yes.. I understand that you will have access to information that you maintain classified, but can be used against me.. if.. if  I exploit you."  The middle aged woman's voice shuddering with every syllable.

"Yah, better believe it.  I don't mess around." She thumbs to herself,  "Now, watcha want?"

A long gulp and sigh follows as the woman's attention falls to her bloodied hand...

"I want you to kill me.."