Silas could feel his heart skip a beat as the bandit leader saw him, eliminating his hopes of stealth for the initial attack. Taking short, shallow breaths, he waited for the leader and the rest of the party to draw their weapons and barge into combat...<br/><br/>... Which never happened. Silas found himself with a quizzical look on his face as the leader merely ignored the tall, threatening man with naked steel in his hand. Instead he and his compatriots pressed further into the Trading Post, spreading out as the baby-faced ringleader went up to Oriana and began speaking to her. In any other situation Silas would've guffawed at the high-pitched weakling coming across as some charismatic highwayman, but what he was about to do was no laughing matter. With his back to the rogue, Silas knew what he had to do.<br/><br/>With cat-like grace Silas slipped down off the walkway, landing deftly with a soft plume of dust a few feet short of the leader. For half a heartbeat Silas was frozen in that pose, creeping up to the bandit until... "<strong>greet this</strong>" Silas hissed into the leader's ear as he thrust his shortsword upward into the leader's back, feeling the blade puncture cloak, armor and flesh as it slid between the ribs.<br/><br/>With a sickeningly wet<em>squick</em>, Silas withdrew his blade, the steel speckled with veiny smears of blood. Turning his attention to the mounted warrior by the gates, Silas fell into a predatory crouch as he backed up a few feet until he was under the walkway.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Combat</div><div class="spoiler_body">Silas rolled a 25 for Initiative, a 20 to-hit and an 8 for damage (sneak attack included.)<br/><br/>Silas moved 10 feet, placing himself in the same location he started off in, sans UNDER the walkway, not ON.</div></div>