With her natural glow dampened, her ashy grey skin blurred into a the darkness a little, the pattern of her shape broken up with the tattoos, making her hard to see even in this hazy light. She was trying to prove a point, childishly, she knew... But she wanted to let the Shadow, Catherine, know that shes not the only person who can do a disappearing act. Whisper floating above her was all but invisible, and silent as death itself, despite the fact that it covered over 3 booths in this dingy little bar, nobody seemed to notice it... or cared. Either way.<br/><br/>"You speak as if this is the assassination of a human lord or a dwarven thane... Not just a mercy killing of some Goddess damned ilythiiri. Id also expect that you would be herald as a savior of sorts, as opposed to some guild enforcer undercover." Shira spoke low and quiet, just in case there were some clever ways of overhearing things nearby.