Mike
*Thinking for a moment, she would relies she has no goddam idea how this place is layouted, sure her guild was similar in length but it was only at max 3 storys tall. Why is there a stair case next to a door, like... What? Well thats no matter she will check out the door, just incase it has anything she needs inside of it. Perhaps theres the maid quarters? Who knows.* 

"*Soft sigh*" *She would crouch down and approach the door first trying to just open it, and if its locked she would start picking the lock, well trying to*
Catherine
*Meztu opens the door rather nonchalantly, which reveals a bedroom far larger than any of the ones before it. Perhaps "Room" Wasn't even an adequate descriptor - it was more like a chamber with how spacious it was. There was a bed on the farthest left side, a fireplace on the other; a desk occupied one of the far corners of the room, papers and books littered carelessly around and on it. There was a small glass chalice on the table, almost empty with red wine; it was obvious someone had been here before, though it was clear that they were in a state of restlessness and panic. Yet, her eyes would eventually fall on one thing: a figure of a man looming in the shadow next to the desk, starting out of the window and towards the stars. He reaches for the glass, taking a sip of the wine until it was empty. At last, he turns to Meztu's direction and greets her.*

"So, you're the one the Eight sent?" *He said, eyeing Meztu up and down with contempt.* "You don't look the killing type. How's about you put down the sword, share some wine, and we can pretend that we never met?" 

*Every word he uttered was, by itself, friendly enough. But there was something icy cold about his voice and tone - something that radiated a small sense of bloodlust masked behind a facade of amity and invitation. It was like venom laced the every syllable of his words, as if a snake were speaking - a snake that was poised to bite down on it's target.* 

*As the moon shifted over, Meztu would be able to see what the man had adorned for the evening. It was a roughed-up set of half plate armor, and a sword inside a scabbard that looked beaten up from many battles over. It was rather odd; was this truly what a nobleman would go into combat wearing?*
Mike
*Before killing him. Or doing anything else, she would simply slide her trade mark butterfly mask onto her face and takes a deep breath. It's hand painted green wings red tips and purple body... Had he seen it before? Maybe... Maybe not. But its odd none the less. She then closes the door behind her as she would walk past the noble just looking around the room before she grabs the thick blanket from the bed and throwing it on him and attempting to hide in the room for a brief moment just so she can strike in his blind spot*
Catherine
*The man would stare down at Meztu from the other side of the room indifferently as she tried to hide amongst the shadows. He didn't know why she tried to do such a thing when he'd already seen her enter through the door; either way, after getting over his disbelief, he spoke again.*

"Last chance. Leave without honor, or I kill you to reinforce my own." 

*His tone changed again. This time, none of the animosity and aggression was hid; he stared at Meztu with an intimidating fire in his eyes, waiting for her response. He was ready to kill.*
Mike
*She would steady her breathing. This target is uncomfortably calm she would then walk directly into the window light. Standing aside from him. Her steely silence juxtaposing his sharp, venomous words with the absent of anything. She would tilt her head to the side gently, as if questioning what your saying, as if its the most outlandish thing. Shes cool, silent, and her face unreadable. It is very uncomfortable* 

*She then in a fluid motion throws a dagger at him, and in a fluid motion with serene grace is able to dash toward the door and hopefully out of the room*
Andy
Meztu Kianaco attacks by throwing a dagger, uses Poison mastery on the dagger 
HP: 34/34
Defense: 15
Attack 1: rolled 16, hit, did 5 damage and applied the poison status
Focus 7/8
Catherine
*The dagger flew through the room, grazing the cheek of the man as it stuck itself against the wall. Initially, he felt as though nothing happened. The next moment, however, he felt a growing nauseous feeling arouse from deep within him. From there, it turned into a dull pain, seeming to slow his movements and attack his nerves. He turned towards the door to spot Meztu, but she had already disappeared. Growling under his breath, he walked towards the doorway in a defensive stance; he couldn't tell where she'd scurried off to, but maintained his guard. Assassins liked to strike from the shadows; though the parlor room outside was only dimly lit, the little light there was could very well hide someone adept enough to fade into it.*
``` The Lord(?) Approaches the doorway.
Defense: 13 ```