Walking amongst the shadows of the trees that filled the darkened woods of Lordearon she wondered to herself. Would he have kept his promise? She knew he didn't need her, and some part of her even tried to submerge the thought that he even wouldn't care. That night in the monastery was the strangest night she had ever experienced before, saving a forsaken man from a certain fate, and with it saving herself. After their paths had separated he agreed upon meeting her again, weeks time from that day, 7 days ago. She fumbled with the deep-red cloak that hid her from sight, making her blend in with the shadows. He had taught her the basics of stealthing, something that had surprised her trainers when she had been sneaking around camp, stealing daggers and gold. Her hands were as fast and limber as they have always been, and every day things went missing, nobody seem to know who had been the one snitching those things away. She grinned softly of the thought of her trainer seeing her with new jade earrings, the earrings of his late wife. She didn't even tried to hide them, as they were her proud triumph, stealing something out of the pockets of her master without being caught.<br/><br/>Yes, once she learned that viable lesson of the rogue, she had been practising it, nonstop, hoping she would be able to surprise him in a weeks time. That is, if he would be there waiting for her...<br/><br/>With that thought she crept behind a tree and saw the towering figure of a cloaked man on top of an old landpost, his body held tall, as the wind moved the cloth around his body up in the air. Holding her breath, she stood there as moments passed, her eyes observing every movement, every inch of his body. A deep blush appeared on her cheeks when a sudden flash of a memory returned, the moment she had found him on top of that wooden device, strapped on and almost completely naked. Shaking her head to forget that sudden thought, she tucked in her long braid and crept around the trees, her lithe body moving as softly as she could to try and sneak up behind him, wondering if her practising would've paid off.<br/><br/>Only a few more feet... and she was close enough to slide her dagger on his throat, not thinking about the consequences it would have...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>