<em>'The tracks WOULD lead to a mansion.'</em>Thought Rook as he laughed mentally to himself. He rubbed the back of his neck with his left hand as he surveyed the massive abode from the cover of the trees that ran along the dwelling's perimeter. He wasn't under the cloak of shadows and saw no need to be since the foliage provided more than enough cover for him at the moment. He took a quick lap around the building and wondered exactly how many people were presently employed there. Ten? Twenty? Or maybe even fifty?<br/><br/>Considering the place was located rather far from the next nearest town, Rook guessed there had to be at least a good sizable amount of people probably living there which was a shame really. Yup...quite the shame. He had a policy about taking no prisoners on a job and prided himself on being a first-rate assassin. Well at least that's what he told people. In actuality, pride was the last thing he had and to be completely honest, he just thought it'd be troublesome if rumors about him got out. It was kind of hard being an assassin when people already knew you were coming right? Right.<br/><br/><strong>“Choices...choices...”</strong>Muttered Rook with a small grin on his face as he stepped out from the bushes and began walking towards the front door. As soon as he'd gotten there, he gave the door a few light knocks before tucking both of hands in the sleeves of his long robe, monk style.<br/><br/><strong>“Man why was it so damn chilly tonight.” </strong>Rook voiced out loud as he shivered oh so slightly.<br/><br/>If there was anything Rook genuinely hated, it had to be the cold. He didn't know why he disliked it, but there was just something about it that pissed him off about it. Course, he never showed anyone he disliked it. He often simply played it off innocently, acting as though it was simply a minor annoyance and nothing more.