Petite foot prints in the snow made their way long the path towards a town just bordering the farmland. A pair of feet continued to make the tracks in the white fluffy stuff from the sky, crunching beneath the weight of their owner. They stop with a ‘romp, romp’ as they just enter the town, and just like an old western movie a wind blows through the town carrying snow with it, lifting the bottom part of the cape from the newcomers cloak revealing very feminine looking legs belonging to none other than someone who is very much a woman.

Pale green eyes scanned the town in search of a place to rest. As they searched the little gingerbread house shaped buildings with puffs of smoke coming from their chimneys signifying warmth was within them, their attention soon turned towards the castle not too far from the town. The little female assassin tilted her had looking at the stone walls which would have looked cold, matching the weather around it, if it weren’t for the colourful banners around it.
Studying the imposing feat of architecture her mind drifted to her employer’s request.

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It felt awkward to be standing in the middle of a nobleman’s lounge. She had never seen such decorative furniture. All the cabinets were had ebony boarders around their doors with some floral embossed carvings which could only have been an influence from Akashima. The young woman knew that this wasn’t uncommon for nobility to show off their most prized and obviously most expensive pieces within their own quarters. She wasn’t used to seeing these extravagant looking things, and only vaguely remembering being so close to them as a child. Her somewhat nostalgic thoughts were interrupted by a commanding voice.

“I see you are the assassin I requested?” he asked as he walked around to sit at a large and very comfortable looking chair behind the redwood desk she was standing in front of.

Her cloaked head nodded and bowed to him. Nodding he handed her a rough drawing of her target along with a name.

“Take note you are now a loyalist to Salvar’s king,” he reminded her along with betrayal means death.

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Opening her eyes after her thoughts interrupted by children who ran past her on their way home for lunch; she tilted her head watching them she remembered her first priority, find a place to stay warm up and plan the last part of her assignment.

Starting up her walk once again she made her way into a local inn. Making her way past the fur coated people she finally got inside feeling the warmth of being inside a heated space. Looking around, she found basically the same general scene most inns displayed: the regular worker taking his end of day break celebrating a job well done or a birthday of one of thier co-workers, the occasional rich man having his night – sometimes away from the wife - with the wenches and sometimes the sported whore.

She stood in front of the counter and looked at the woman. “May I have a room please?” she asked yelling over the noise. Receiving a nod from the messy haired brunette she held out a book for her to sign in turning to get her a key.

The young assassin found the blank space on the end of the page and signed her name neatly:

Yin-Li Chen

Picking up her key she nodded to the woman leaving the fare for a one night stay at the inn before making her way up the stairs and to her room. She knows that once darkness settles over the land she would leave to finish her job off.