#killmess

Having left Simone to venture into the castle on her own - she had the artifact after all, so he worried little about her disguise - Orractous stood guard outside. He finally felt the nerves hitting him as he waited for his companion to return, but he knew it might take some time. The castle was a labyrinth of halls and rooms, and finding their target amongst them might as well be impossible. If Simone wasn’t a highly trained assassin. They didn’t send her along for nothing, she was bound to find and exterminate and return without raising an alarm. 

He wasn’t too sure about himself however. Unable to use his Magic for the fear of attracting attention put him on edge. It was his main protection, his one layer of pure strength that had kept him out of harms way for as long as he had been able to wield it. He was now naked and vulnerable to any attack might his cover be blown. 

Here in Tuon, he wished the back up was given an extra back up. Just in case. 

The little boat wobbled through the nightly current as it sailed towards the coast of Trolian, light radiated a few miles inland from what all of them knew to be the city of Tuon, a smaller Trolian outfit that had become famous for where the Kings were crowned, and now was a tourist attraction. Orractous gave the reins one last swing, pushing the boat further until it hit the grey sand. The coast was mildly guarded. They had set off from one of the Fleet’s ships no more than an hour ago, the three of them settled into one of the boats, knowing they had to secure it if they ever wanted to get out of the country. 

Orractous was the first to jump out of the boat, grabbing the rope to pull it further into the sand; water soaked into his boots, chilling him to the bone. 

Assassinations were not the light missions, he had been on one before with Simone, but killing some civilians hardly shared in importance with their current target. He had however listened to Simone’s previous advice: he had dyed his hair brown, though the greenness of it still burned through the color, and wore a pair of jeans, and a large black shirt, hiding the short sword that was strapped to his back. 

Now that they were safely ashore, their mission could begin. ‘Lets hide the boat,’ Orractous suggested, looking at the barren strip of land. ‘The city is no more than ten minutes out, if we walk fast.’