Leon
It would not take long until Gunnvaldr picked up signs of an incoming stranger. As the last rays of sunlight peeked through, past the many westward trees of Greenheart Forest, to illuminate the poor farmer town of Girian in fading hues of red and orange, a loud, creaking sound echoed across the dim White Hart Inn; the wooden saloon doors swinging open to announce the arrival of a most peculiar newcomer.

The few remaining clients at the Inn's dingy lower floor met this new arrival with shifty eyes, at first, as it was not typical of an upstanding citizen to walk into such spaces covered in a hood. Suspicious pairs of eyes trailed the overtly unfamiliar figure as it shuffled furtively across the stone-brick floors, taking its seat by the crackling fireplace. Though the near flame danced shapes of light across the dark fabric of their cloak, neither it nor the dim candles would suffice to illuminate anything of the stranger's face—save for the small glints reflected upon what must have been their eyes.

To Gunnvaldr, it was fairly obvious that this was the person of whom he had been warned. Their spiritual presence, although strangely muted, held the same feeling of considerable morbidness and mystery which he'd been told of by the spirits. He knew it the second they'd stepped in—this was someone whose mind held a singular purpose, and that was to have one of his patrons murdered by moonlight.

After settling down, Rin quickly scanned the room, and found her suspicions confirmed when she caught sight of a lone, worried-looking man, sitting by himself in the corner opposite to her own, indulging himself in what seemed to be his final few drinks of the day. His rough features and blonde hair were an exact match to those in the contract. It was now only a matter of time until she tracked him down to a more secluded spot and eliminated him.

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A few minutes after, eyes previously glued to the stranger had all but forgotten about their existence. Now, one after the other, the few remaining patrons had begun to finish their drinks and move out, past the creaking saloon doors and back to town outside, where they would then head for their homes. Not one of them seemed to care enough or remember to cast a look Rin's way. *"Even a fully cloaked figure stands out less in a crowd than does a Drow outside Lazaroth."*

It was only after the man with blonde hair and rough features paid his bill and headed for the exit that Rin finally moved. Having stood perfectly still for so long, all while not having bought anything to eat or drink, it only took her half a minute past the target's departure to stand up and begin heading for the exit doors. 

If she was left unaccounted for, that man would not live to watch the sun rise the following day.
Manuel
*Gunnvaldr sighed deeply, calming himself to prepare for what was to come. Just because he knew roughly what was going to happen didn't mean it wasn't stressful. Visions almost never were perfectly clear, and it was even rarer for him to have been told to intervene directly in someone's fate. But he was a practiced professional, and wouldn't delve into the rabbit hole of what-ifs that plagued so many other folks.*

*He then felt something, at the edge of his consciousness, growing closer. He sat up a bit and waited, scratching his dog idly. He observed the presence of the drow enter the tavern. Of course he couldn't tell it was her by that detail, it would require some magic to get that level of clarity, but the malice she emanated was clear to him that it was her. He continued to sit, silently listening to both the real world and spirit world, as she sat down, watched her prey leave the tavern, and began to leave the tavern to end another life. Gunnvaldr knew without a shadow of a doubt, it was his time to act.*
"Leaving so soon?" *Gunnvaldr called out to the woman, and the already quiet tavern went nearly silent, and those folks still present left quickly. They knew when the old elf started acting strange, it was best to steer clear if it didn't involve you. Gunnvaldr gestured in the approximate direction of the chair across from his.* 

"We have yet to properly introduce ourselves, and you have no need to rush. His home is well guarded tonight." *He said with a smile.*
Leon
*...And there went what little planning she'd put into this.*

The cloaked girl stopped in her tracks, watching quietly as the last customer left through the creaky saloon doors. Suddenly, her only company were the cobblestone walls, the lone wooden tables, with leftovers still strewn about them, and *Someone else*—a patron whose presence had hitherto escaped Rin entirely, and who yet, in a sudden turn of events, had just finished calling her out in such an overt fashion that she'd almost thought of him as an ally to the Sisterhood.

A stillness then followed. For a moment, all that could be heard across the dingy room were the soft crackles of the fireplace by the corner. And it was during that short time that all sound logic within the little assassin's brain began to dictate that she should ignore this strange interruption and simply follow suit with her plans. She was indeed about to do just that, when some faint yet demanding whisper of defiance sounded within her mind; beckoning her to indulge that strange figure and his invitation. *He has you all figured out, after all. It's not like you're going to be let off that easy.*

With her back yet turned to this most strange, lingering customer, she spoke in a soft voice ill-befitting of her words:

**"I'd've killed him before he ever made it back."**
Manuel
*Gunnvaldr leaned forward in his chair, stretching a bit before shaking his head disappointedly.* "Yet another possibility that isn't to be, I'm afraid. Come, sit, there is no need to stand there doing little." 

*He reached back into his bag and pulled out a treat for Bjorn, who took if happily. He was clearly mistrustful of the stranger, and Gunnvaldr scratched the dog to help calm him. Nonetheless Bjorn stood near him, ready to protect him should the need arise.*

"I don't believe we have met before. I am Gunnvaldr, although locals call me Dreamwalker. Who might you be? I already know your business here, but by now that matters little. A guard would have met him to escort him home by now."