(Hope I did good egough job discribing Andol's weapons...)<br/><br/>A cloaked figure sat off to the side of the market filled with people that had gathered around. The rider sighed softly as his odd eyes scanned the area trying to find what he was looking for. Above him, perched not to high on the rampart was a solid black dragon whose head was resting on the side of the rampart right about the cloaked figure, and looking out in the same direction that he was. The dragon had it's claws crossed under it's head as it seemed to let out what could be considered the dragonic version of a sigh as a feminine voice that held a motherly tone to it said, "Well have you seen what you are looking for yet?" There was no answer form the lips of the man who just stood there and stared at the crowd, though the differnce this time form only a few moments before was that his fingers started to rub together... creating a clanking noise form the metal finger rings that he wore on each finger. The purpose of the was that they ended in a knife just like each of his scales on his fingers, two it added to the penatrating power.<br/><br/>The female dragon laughed softly as she looked over the crowd one more time, "So have you finally found your target? I am gald, because I was getting worried that your tracking skills where slipping darling." Again she softly laughed and the figure that stood there below her said nothing. It was a slient commuication that was held bettewen mother and son... no words were needed to be said for one to know what the other was thinking... 500 years alive together devolped that kind of connection. Once he was finally sure of exactlly who he was aiming for the figure walked foward moving as slowly as he could, and making sure to not draw attention. Though he knew that for this target the need for an escape would not be as likely as before, unless things where more serious than he had though. He did give one look back to his dragon to make sure that she would be on alreat and indeed just like always she tensed up and got ready incase she needed to move. Size wise, Segumas was about 3/4th the size of Apollo, but her agility was quite a bit above most other dragons of her size. Of course she wasn't as psychially strong as most dragons her size ethier.<br/><br/>Slowly he headed towards the area of the blacksmiths, as his eyes scanned and he thought to himself, 'Which one is it?... Which one is it?' He was kind of sure who he was looking for, though when he saw the man... Andol noticed that he was standing near one of his fellow rider, but frankly... this target was too improtant. Number one becuase of the large amount of paymant that he could feel resting against his side in a money bag. Though normally someone like this would have cost double the amount he had charge, but the person who had paid him had given him a peice of information about this target, that instantly made killing them... way more than any extra payment could provide. The caw of a raven could be heard as one floated down and landed on the cloaked figures head. It was all part of Andol's method of operation when he killed, plus he needed one of his pets to help him gain some proof. His movements where quick as he didn't like to cause any uneeded pain to his targets and the blacksmith that Andol passed close too suddenly dropped dead over his anvil, with a hole in the back of his neck and in the area of his heart, after letting out a scream... certianly a sloppy move on the rider's part.