The assassin was quickly closing the distance to his mark, gently weaving through the crowd as a knife hid behind the palm of his hand. However, the conversation between the guard and his audience piqued Ogedai's interest as he drew near, halting his approach for a moment. With a blink he sheathed his blade and removed his mask before he walked over, brushing down his outfit to look more presentable.

"A curious story, good sir. Do you have any goods from this blacksmith of yours?" He asked as he approached, his gaze studying the group of people. "Also, forcing a smile isn't the healthiest thing to do. Regardless, I am in need of a good blacksmith these days." He leaned against the counter and placed a few coins in front of the dwarf, gesturing to a nearby pile of apples. After a few bites and a satisfied hum, he set it aside and faced the stranger. "I'd like to talk business, though I have some other business to take care of first." Calmly he slid his mask on and, without hesitation, slashed a blade across the neck of the guard.

He flashed the two witnesses a wink before taking off into the crowd, grabbing his things from the man holding it as he headed for a nearby alleyway. He needed to lose the attention first, the shopkeeper and his customer could wait for now. Amateur work by all accounts, though far more exhilarating than his last few jobs.

The marketplace burst into shock at the violent display in broad daylight, though it merely slowed the progress of his pursuers. With a frown he skidded to a halt and turned to wait for the city guards in the alley as he cleaned off his weapon and slid it back into its rightful place.