Staring at the book and trying to crane his ears to the conversation he was tryin to eavesdrop. Remembering why he was there he pulls out a parchment inscribed on it the details for his next target to assassinate, glancing at the name, "Lorelien Mar'loril" inscribed in big letters and details why to be assassinated, remembering now where that name was from, rememberig his days<br/>as a scout for the farstriders and remembering seeing her as a recruit. Crunching the paper in his hand, "Fel I can't do it. Why did it have to be her?" muttering to himself, getting up and walking to the bar and with clenched fist kept his composure and sat there with his head resting on his hands, whilst hearing the conversation more clearer now, devising a plan on how this can be done without causing any harm to anyone else.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>