#npc:unknown

the shadow sat in one of the many dark and dingy cells of this lords manner, his hand chained in front of him. however, even without the chains, he knew there was very little chance of escape for him. not here in this castle. all there was to do was wait for whatever was coming to him and hope that his sponsor had a way of getting him out of this. the man's eyes glanced up as he heard boots walking down the stone hall towards him. he did not bother to look up. "I'm not telling you anything. better save your breath, just wasting both of our times."

@septongwaynehightower​

it was silent amongst the sleeping septons. silent enough the creeping shadow of a man could make his way down the hall of the starry sept and towards his target. kill the hightower septon and sail off to braavos the next day. he would be a rich man indeed. it was enough to get into his room and make his way to the man's bedside. quietly he pulled the dagger from his side as he stared down at the sleeping man. "poor fool." the knife was held high, he could already feel the gold weighing down his pockets. with a swift motion he moved his blade down to strike at the hightower's heart, but the seven must have been watching. that instant it seemed the septon had awoke and moved seeing something moving towards him. instead of hitting the man's heart his knife buried into his shoulder. "fuck!" the shadow hissed, pulling the knife out of his shoulder, ready for his next strike.​