Arid sat idly in the dimly lit room, waiting.  There wasn't much to look at in here as the room literally had just two chairs, a table, and a lamp on top of the table.  The assassin wore a simple brown cloak, the hood currently down.  His face could've belonged to a noble man, or a damned jester with the way his eyes swirled around.  He held a dagger in his hand, one of curious design and with words etched onto the blade.  Arid personally didn't know what the words meant, figuring it was some ancient language.  He had gotten the dagger as a gift some years ago, and it quickly proved to be one of his favorites.<br/><br/>Giving a slight yawn, Arid tossed his dagger at the opposite wall.  It whirled in the air before pronouncing a satisfying thud against the wood wall.  Holding his hand up, the hilt and etching on the blade began to glow green, then it suddenly launched itself back to Arid's hand.  He threw it again at the wall and had it come back once more, amusing himself with it to pass the time.  He threw the dagger once more, hitting the same spot again.  However, before he could recall it the door opened, revealing a hooded man.  Arid knew him by the name of Carver, yet he knew that was a fake name.  Who the hell would name their kid Carver?<br/><br/>Carver sat himself down at the table with Arid, setting a sack of gold down in front of him along with a piece of paper.  The paper had a rough sketch of a noble woman, along with a description of her.  "A noble?"  He asked.  "There better be a good amount more than what you normally pay."<br/><br/>"There's  a hundred in that bag as initial payment, another five hundred upon completion.  In about a month, there will be a festival attended by many prominent figures, and even more nobles hoping to rise in power.  Throughout the week of festivities, get a moment to end her.  Kill any guards if you must, but do try not to kill any other important figures.  My master does not wish for it to get out of hand," Carver explained.<br/><br/>Arid set the description down at the table, looking back up at Carver.  "I know of the festival.  Why her anyway?  Say some mean words to piss off your master or something?"<br/><br/>"There are...connections she has, ones that she must not be made aware of.  Fortunately, if you do your job correctly she won't ever become aware.  Don't make it messy."  With that, Carver stood and exited the room, leaving Arid alone with the initial payment.  Carver was usually like this with contracts, keeping everything short and concise.  Arid stayed sitting for a moment, thinking about the task given.  He<i>had</i>assassinated a noble before, though that one was over a petty dispute and was during a battle.  This one was going to be far different.<br/><br/>Holding his hand up, the dagger flew back into the assassin's hand, then it vanished away.  Within a few moments he would be able to summon it once more, making it quite useful in areas he was supposed to be disarmed at.  Standing up, Arid grabbed the gold sack along with the paper and exited the room.  "Let's see...musician?  Bodyguard?  Perhaps a lesser noble from afar?"  He mused to himself as he went to gather his things.  It was time he procured an invitation.