It was that time of the month again, that time where he came into the main part of the city to get supplies until the next time he needed to come in.  No one knew him, at least not by looking at him or hearing him talk and he never went to the same store twice in a row to get his supplies. To those that knew him knew never to talk to him or approach him, at least not if they wanted to live past meeting him. In fact the only time he had any contact with anyone else living other than the vendors was when he want to the "bad" side of town where he'd get his next job either from the crown or the highest bidder that wanted his services.  There would be a few that would wait for him to arrive and make a plea for him to take their job or inform him that the one wanting to hire him for a job and wanted him to meet in person.  Depending on the price that was offered he would accept or go back to his home hidden away from prying eyes with his supplies.  Sticking to the darkest shadows easily blending in with the aid of his dark clothing, it was like a shadow moving from space to space, never easily being seen. At least not by anyone living.<br/><br/>Looking at the posting board in the darkest corner in an abandoned building one where the homeless and those wanting to stay hidden slept. Those that would inform him of something being amiss in his surroundings. Mostly it was fine, no one knew when he was coming into the town or come looking for jobs, no one knew anything about him except his reputation.  On the board the read postings about the kingdom needing help and would pay handsomely.<i>What a load,</i>he knew the spymaster's ways to try and get him out of hiding.  He would never work directly for the Spymaster no matter how handsome the reward.