Hastily, Eacarus threw the mark over her shoulder, laughing in quiet satisfaction at his muted screams, muffled by the rag she had forced into his mouth. Fortunately, he did not writhe too much - it seemed all he could do to scream, given the hoarse, choked nature of his wails - which made carrying him all that much easier. That, and he was a skinny fellow. Eacarus remembered, not so long ago, attempting to transport a target who was a pit fighter; even between the two of them, they struggled even to drag him.<br/><br/>Behind them, the cries of shock - and pain - were enough to comfort her that the second flash bomb had done its job, as always, and they would not be followed immediately, perhaps not at all, if they were disorientated for too long. The grey clouds overhead hinted that perhaps more snowfall was to come, which in turn may provide cover for their footprints - though, it would also bring with it yet more cold. Eacarus moved as quickly as she could, pulled along by Deckan, though the mark was somewhat of an obstacle to her speed. Should it come to it, they would have to cut the fun short and take only his head, though they hadn't time to stop and do so, now. Nodding in agreement to Deckan's decision, she took a swig from the water skin fastened to her hip, adjusted the mark over her shoulder, and picked up the pace.<br/><br/>The weather dropped severely as they reached the top of the hill, and Eacarus became acutely glad that she had chosen the crueller poison, cursing their mark immensely for causing them to be out in such icy weather, (though knowing it was not his fault they had chosen to assassinate him).<br/><br/>"I recall there being an old mill, just less than two hours journey from here. I suggest stopping there, unless you want frostbite to make you short of yet another finger." she suggested, though the firm, irritated tone to her voice implied that it was rather less of an idea and more of a demand. The cold had roused her anger, and the dead, (dying) weight on her shoulder was already becoming yet more of an annoyance. Hopefully, the mill was as abandoned as it appeared; though it had been somewhat in the distance, it certainly appeared to have been in a poor state of repair, unusable. Beyond perhaps vagrants, and themselves, Eacarus could see no reason anyone would have use for such a place.