Shadowing the man was relatively easy. The man paid no attention to his surroundings as he walked down the dusty roads towards a relatively well to do part of town. The houses seemed newly painted and the streets seems like they had been swept recently. This part of town seemed like it housed a more wealthy class of people. The shadows were long and dark enough to give Duncan cover as he kept pace with the man.<br/><br/>The man stopped and knocked on a heavy door and waited. A small slit was slid open and a few words exchanged through it before the door was opened. The man walked in.<br/><br/>Duncan waited a little before he circled the house and crept into the garden behind it. He inched his way to a half open window and peered in. 4 men a woman were talking inside but their words were spoken in a whisper. The man Duncan had followed threw the red ring on the table and another picked it up and shook his head. More words followed and finally the woman thrust a dagger onto table top and pointed a finger at the man who had brought them the ring. He seemed afraid and moved back. He bowed reverently as he moved back and the woman pulled the dagger out and waved it at him before she put it away.<br/><br/>The breaking of a twig made Duncan turn around in time to parry a knife thrust at his neck. Twisting the arm that held the knife he broke the elbow and covered the assailant's mouth before he could scream. The knife fell to the ground and Duncan's own dagger swept across his attacker's neck, spraying blood onto the bushes near the window. The man died silently.<br/><br/>Duncan tiptoed away and headed back towards the Inn.