A light ruffled Rook's robes slightly as he stood over the two corpses that had been cut clean in half.<br/><br/>His eyes ran themselves over the two magi's unfortunate bodies and he couldn't help but chuckle at their expressions of horror that had been captured on their face. Absolutely priceless. Jokes aside though, Rook glanced back down crouched on one knee as he examined the single wound that had been inflicted on both. The smell of their seared flesh had hit his nose awhile back but it wasn't something he hadn't experienced before. He ran a single finger along the charred flesh of the dead mage for a second before breaking the crust of the blackened flesh and thrusting that same single finger through. He felt a slight warmth from the body and pulled his finger out a second after while shaking off the blood that lingered on it. Standing back up, Rook turned in a circle while playing out the scene in the manner he guessed it had gone done.<br/><br/>The two mages were caught off guard seeing as how there hadn't been any visible markings of any retaliation. The single assailant who, as mentioned before, got the jump on the two, used a long blade, most likely enchanted with fire, to slash the two clean in half with a single stroke. Both men's wounds had been practically in the same spot and both wounds were completely charred over indicting such. Afterwards, the attacker than used an unknown fire spell as indicated by both the smell of smoke and uncanny amount of ash lingering around the bodies before departing the area to the....<br/><br/><strong>“North..”</strong>Rook worded faintly as his eyes followed the soft trail of a set of single footprints heading away from the site. The warmth he felt from the body meant the incident hadn't occurred to long ago meaning the assailant was probably still in the area. As to whether this was a good thing was up for debate though. The killer seemed to have an affinity towards the way of the flame which was all fine and dandy except for one small thing. The weapon. Any weapon that could sear through flesh as though it was a stick of warm butter was always a problem. Still though, a job was a job and weapon or not, his orders still stood.<br/><br/><strong>“I'd wish they'd give me something easier to handle though.”</strong>Whined Rook as he took a single step back into the shadows. Had anyone been watching, it would've appeared as though he disappeared. He left the scene exactly as it was before he came and made sure to leave any evidence of his visit save for the single hole he'd put into one of the mage's dead bodies. Aside from that not a trace of his presence remained at the site nor was there any indication that it had been disturbed.