<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/SkOt3vn.jpg)</div><br/>It was a dark night, the perfect kind of night for the woman who crept along the streets, slipping from one shadow to the next.  With only a sliver of a moon in the sky and even that hidden by clouds, she was practically invisible to any who happened past her hiding spots.  This late at night however there were few in this city who would be aware enough to spot her, their minds fuddled with drink, drug, or the desire for bed.  It suited her fine, and she could move easily unseen, even letting her hair down from the black cap to flow free around her shoulders.  The white locks caught what little light there was, but still she remained unseen.  Her purple skin, almost lavender, shone past the dark black leather she wore, and even with her white hair down, human eyes looked right past the deep shadows she called home without seeing.<br/><br/>Long tapered fingers slid across her armor and dipped into a hidden pocket.  From the pocket she drew forth a fine chain and a small item hanging from it.  Holding the chain out she watched as the small object lifted into the air on it's own.  It moved as if it were being pulled by some mysterious force raising up into the air and stopping when the chain was drawn tight, letting it move no further.  It pointed back in the direction she had come from, and upwards towards the second or third floor of the buildings in this area.  She had to be close if it was suddenly pointing south instead of north.  She smiled, tucking the object back into the pocket and snapping it shut, soon her long journey would be at an end.<br/><br/>Nirael slumbered soundly, a buxom lass asleep beside him, unaware of the soft creak of the hinges as his windows opened outward.  Unaware of the liquid shadow with long white hair that flowed into the room.  The two slept soundly, well satiated from more than one round of passion before collapsing to sleep.  Neither the mage nor the smith's daughter had any reason to suspect that they would be anything but safe this night.  Neither had any reason to suspect that they would be attacked in the middle of the night while they slept the deep sleep of the sexually satisfied.<br/><br/>Again the elf, for the long pointed ears left no doubt to her heritage, drew forth the object on the chain.  Almost immediately it snapped forwards, pointing at the couple laying on the bed.  The woman pocketed it and sniffed the air.  A heavy musk, the smell of sweat and sex, lingered in the room.  But she had no idea which of the two the object was pointing towards.  Silently she reached down to the silk circle scarf about her neck and pulled it up over her nose.  It masked her face, adding an air of danger to her look and masking her features.  One of these two would be going free tonight, for she did not kill anyone she wasn't paid to.  But that didn't mean that she wanted to let the other one go free knowing full well what she looked like.<br/><br/>Oh certainly someone who saw her could describe her well, flawless purple skin, a heavy but perfect set of large breasts that were accentuated by the leather armor she wore, which pushed them up and together.  She was not so foolish to know that her sex could be an effective distraction when needed.  Curved and wide hips below a narrow waist, well on display for her hips were only covered by the leather belt that held her black silk loincloth in place.  Leather bracers and leather boots with straps that wrapped up her thighs completed the assassin's deadly and erotic outfit.  But her face, no, they'd see only her white hair and brows, and eyes of silver that seemed to multiply the light they reflected.<br/><br/>Reaching down to her belt, she touched one of the silver studs there.  Calling to her mind the item she'd stored inside the magical belt, she found the hand crossbow, loaded, in her hand in a moment.  Leveling it at the sleepers, she wiggled her fingers that held the chain, and muttered the words to one of the very few spells she knew.  A ball of softly glowing light sprung into existence and she tossed it to the ceiling above the bed.  The two began to stir at the sudden light, but it was then that she spoke, training her crossbow upon the pair.<br/><br/><strong>"Wake up.  You have a loaded crossbow aimed at you.  Do as I say if you hope to live." </strong>She watched the chain carefully as she said the next words,<strong>"both of you, slide from the bed on opposite sides and stand with your hands where I can see them."</strong>