They’d been out here too long.<br/><br/>Eacarus was tired. Grumpy. More so than usual, anyway. There had been a soft breeze in the air when they had set out to track their target, but that had long since erupted into a crisp, ferocious wind. It chilled her to the bone, turned her fingers red and cracked her lips, but the discomfort was nothing. What was irritating was the waiting. The chasing. It was her least favourite part of the hunt. And while the noise covered the sound of their tracks, it also made it harder to hear what was going on around them. All the same, they’d tracked their target through several cities, and caught up with him as he stopped at an Inn. The nearest city wasn't too far away - perhaps a day's travel, far enough that they needn't worry too much about the noise, and close enough that they could flee to take refuge or lick their wounds if need be. Yet more convenient was that there weren't many guard patrols, either. The last one had passed some ten minutes prior, and the next would be another two hours, yet. Plenty of time to get in, to do the deed, and get out.<br/><br/>However, the target wasn't alone. Which, frankly, Eacarus found odd. The mark had told them the man they were hunting was no more than a merchant that had crossed a few of the wrong people, people who now wanted him dead for selling them faulty goods – so why did he have an entourage? Their mark had assured them that the target would be clueless that he was wanted, and yet, from what Eacarus had counted, there were three armed men accompanying this man wherever he went. Were his goods so valuable, or was the man simply arrogant? Or perhaps cautious? Evidently, getting to him could prove difficult, possibly, though perhaps not. Eacarus was not exactly averse to taking out the mercenaries, too, and she doubted her partner would mind, either. Murder was their way. Only thing was, they were only paid for taking one head, not he other three.<br/><br/>Suddenly, the noise from inside the inn became sharper, louder, and Eacarus realised someone had opened a door. Much to her glee, out stumbled a lanky, short-haired brunette, dressed in fine cloth and leather boots - their target, staggering drunkenly towards the small brook that trickled softly by the side of the Inn. He stumbled to a halt, haphazardly unlaced his trousers and began to piss. Slowly, Eacarus turned to her partner, one eyebrow cocked. "I hope you have no qualms about talking down a man with his cock out."