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With a mild huff, Talon pulled his cloak tighter around his shoulders and flexed his fingers. It was, after all, about the time Noxus began to frost over. The cold itself didn’t bother him much -- if he disregarded the unwelcome memories of starving and suffering from frostbite in the slums -- but it did make his limbs slow, and even though he wasn’t planning on using them for any precise work, Talon disliked having stiff fingers.
Regardless, he kept up his pace, slipping between alleys and buildings better than anyone who might live in the area would ever hope to navigate the place. It might’ve been a few years that he’d been under the DuCouteau’s roof, but he knew these paths like the back of his hand. They were ingrained in him because they had to be.
He was confident he had gone unseen by the time he arrived at the grand old home -- his destination. The noble that lived here had well-known ties with Jericho Swain, and loudly boasted to anyone that would listen that he practically had the Grand General in his back pocket. Talon could only assume that, since Swain had not cut out the man’s tongue out out of sheer irritation as of yet, that he was worth something worth Swain’s patience.
Not that that was any of his concern. He was here for one reason and one reason only: information. Classic recon. And since Talon would guarantee this man would in no way spill his guts about a secret like the disappearance of Marcus DuCouteau, he had come when the house would be unoccupied.
Talon gave one last sweep of the surrounding area, then glanced at the sky above him. In the distance, a black bird circled something. His eyes narrowed, but there was nothing he could do about that. He poked his head around the corner, preparing to scout out a path up the side of the home and crawl through a window as needed.
Instead, he jerked back behind the corner as another figure appeared on the street. That was strange; this was typically the time all the nobles got together to do their little noble get togethers to get day drunk and eat finger foods because apparently real dishes were too below them. So who would be wandering around high Noxus alone at this hour?
