Helen
"We have a little camp on the outskirts of town. Easier to keep a low profile that way, though I do loathe missing out on a soft bed. Time enough for it later." He responded, his elegant midnight cloak seemingly causing him to flicker in and out of the shadows lanterns cast. 

His silver eyes scanned the streets around them, wondering if there were others watching to see if he'd gotten the job done. He'd gotten something much more valuable than gold from this however. 

"How long can you shapeshift, and what's the largest and smallest you can get?" He asked, slipping a screw casually into his free hand from a pouch on his hip. Noctis had a feeling that he wasn't the only assassin hired tonight- he would keep his word, Sylvar would survive for at least two months under Noctis' protection, but just how much work would that truly be? What had Sylvar done to be wanted dead this badly? Questions, questions questions.
Deana
A camp. Wonderful. Sylvar left his means of land transportation on the outskirts of town, as well. The Drow knew the feeling of a soft bed, but it wasn't a common one. Most often, in his lifetime, he used the ground or a hammock. That's what he knew. He acknowledged Noctis' response with a slight nod of his head, not much else. The farther they went, the more he was alert and on guard. 

The last eight months have been difficult, attempting jobs while also being hunted. Sylvar observed that Noctis was very alert, as well. The Drow took a moment to respond to the question, putting his hood up to conceal his face more. Despite the modifications he made, his face itself could still be recognized. 

"It varies. Animals take more focus than simple modifications. I can keep the modifications intact for weeks, but animals for less than a day. I can change into any animal, as long as the animal is not bigger than me. Depending on your definition of small, I can get rather small," He said, keeping his voice low. He had a feeling, and not because he didn't particularly like crowds. 

"It's not a good idea to be traveling through here. Let me take the lead and I will find this camp, through a safer route," He said, moving in front of Noctis and bringing his hand to his satchel at his side. He took a small item from it, something that looked like a compass. Glancing at it for a few seconds, he looked up again and turned into another alleyway. "Follow me."
Helen
"Very well." Noctis said, and as Sylvar entered the alleyway he paused only long enough to fire the screw at a crossbowman who had set his sights upon the duo. The screw pierced his shoulder and jerked him backwards over the edge of the shingles and off the roof. Not making any sign that he had just attacked a pursuer, Noctis nonchalantly followed Sylvar. 

A drow of his talents, alone and working odd jobs? Someone that a powerful person wanted dead... How interesting. 

"What was your proffession before odd jobs, who exactly did you piss off? Gambling maybe? Or a lord, a lord might have this kind of money." He mused, keeping pace rather easily all the while his footsteps gave nary even a scratching on the cobbles. Keeping his senses high, he wondered just how many assassins had been hired this night. To hire more than one for a target like this- well... Just who in the gods name was this Drow?