Leaning back against the rafters, his cowl of his cloak pulled low as his arms were crossed over his chest. Though it went against his normal policy he decided to close his eyes, finding the scene below to be a rather vulgar one even for him. True he had seen far worse things before,  but watching that fat oaf have his way with such woman wasnâ€™t something he thought he needed to pay attention to to finish this job.  In the end so long as his dagger piecered the manâ€™s heart it would be fine. He just tended to avoid extra casualties whenever he possibly could, which was why no guards lay down just yet.<br/><br/>Still, having to listen to the sounds and grunts from below wasnâ€™t much better to deal with. It was almost enough to make him want to kill them all just to be done with the matter, at one point he had even drawn his blade, only to stab it into the wood of the rafters, reminding himself that patience was the assassins most valued ally.<br/><br/>In the end he had found himself half asleep after awhile, not even having noticed when the sounds in the room ceased to exist finally.<br/><br/>Though hearing a new voice, a new player in the room, speak it was enough to make his eyes open once more and look below. The other girls were gone but a new one had entered. He growled softly to himself, before taking his dagger, which was almost a short sword, out of the rafters and hold it with a back handed stance. He slipped from one wooden rafter to the next as he watched the woman make her way to the bed. One extra death, that was an acceptable loss for him. It was a shame, the woman had quite a beauty about her, but it didnâ€™t matter. Her blood would paint the bed as sure as the manâ€™s.<br/><br/>He had finally reached the lowest wooden beam and drawn one of his many throwing daggers from the lining of his cloak, flipping it to catch the blade to throw it. Only the moment he  threw the dagger her exclamation surprised him enough to push his aim off balance. The dagger circled through the air quickly only to pass infront  of the womanâ€™s face and embed itself into the headboard of the bed. â€œDammit!â€ he growled as he had already drawn another dagger and thrown it, this time aiming directly for the woman. He needed to shut her up fast.