<em>Shadow</em><br/><br/>Allanon flitted through the shadows, whisper quiet. Ever since he had come to this place he very rarely showed his face during the day. His target tonight was a well off mercenary looking type. Just wondered into town. The newcomer was a very keen observer, having almost caught Allanon in a spot of least shadow. No matter, the only mission tonight is reconnaissance. Is this another adventurer in search of glory, or someone with a purpose?<br/><br/>He slipped around the corner of the other tavern and watched the man disappear into the brighter of the two inns. He counted to seven, then made his own way to the door. He slipped into the smoke, noise, and heat. Slinking along the wall while watching one of the more brave maids ending her... conversation with the man. Not soon had she disappeared from view, when he himself came under the very same scrutiny. "Sorry, my lady, but tonight is a night I would best be left to drink and not women." One look from him and she was ready to agree.<br/><br/>A glance back confirmed the mark was still seated and had now been called out by another woman, although this one seemed to be made of some of the same sinew as himself. Trouble. Allanon slithered along the wall before seating himself close, but still slightly out of the way. Maybe he could glean some intelligence from loose pieces of talk.