The hooded figure still couldn’t decide if the fog was a help or hindrance.  On one hand, it made him very concealed in the night, allowing for him to get through without too much worry.  On the other hand, he couldn’t see a damn thing.  Going inside seemed too risky with his current attire on.  Even though he didn’t plan on killing tonight he had been at one too many meetings that ended violently.  Due to that, he had a sword strapped on his back.  Normally he didn’t use swords but he wanted to look slightly more intimidating when he arrived.  Had to impress the clients.<br/><br/><br/>He had been forced to find any breaches in the walls for potential climbing spots, and after several attempts finally found one that he could use.  Had it not been for the fog guards would’ve likely spotted him quite quickly but he heard no alarms being raised as he went over.  On top of the wall he went down a tower to get himself down to the courtyard, then proceeded where he remembered the gardens to be.<br/><br/><br/>As he arrived, he heard voices on the opposite end, two female with one likely a child.  He approached quietly, not entirely sure if this was his contact.  She was supposed to meet him here in the gardens, but it was only supposed to be her.  Taking a few more steps, he noticed too late a twig under his foot which made a noise when it was crunched.<br/><br/><br/>He cursed under his breath, and heard the same voice again, just the older one this time.  It was the princess, or at least he figured it was.  He stepped forward, revealing himself to her.  “I suppose you chose a good night for this meeting, though I admit it it was a pain to get here,” he said, pulling back his hood to show his face.  Some assassins didn’t like to ever show themselves, preferring darkness or sending a representative to the client.  To Arid, it was of little concern.