Trails of white breath drifted slowly into the air. It had been unusually cold this time of year. Spring had officially begun more than a week prior, and still the nights were cold enough to show your breath. It was problematic really, considering most of the inhabitants of the city didn't necessarily need to breathe. The sun was only now dipping under the horizon, casting an orange glow on a figure pressed against the corner of a brick house. There were many houses crowded together on that hill overlooking a denser city below. The cloaked individual took advantage of the view as lamps were slowly lit to brighten up the streets for the coming night. It was merely decorative in nature and more of habit than anything else by the people who lived there. Even creatures of the night enjoyed a little contrast.<br/><br/>A deep breath came and went as the figure rose up and began walking slowly down a cobblestone path, heading down towards those city streets. The cloak it wore was a dark forest green, with a golden clasp holding it together in the front. It was a heavy cloth and seemed to absorb what little light was left, leaving the owner's face well shrouded in darkness. Anonymity was important at this stage in the mission. Perhaps once the goal was accomplished it wouldn't matter too much, but no one should know of their presence just yet. Even their breathing became shallow, attempting to hide as much of the telltale signs of breath as possible, letting it flow up into the hood of the cloak when possible.<br/><br/>"At least the cold will make them sluggish..." A male voice muttered softly from under the hood to himself. It wouldn't be long before he navigated down the nicely carved paths in the hill and arrived in the streets below.