&&. @doxceur
Renard had been on night watch when he’d seen the grey and black cloaked assassin making her way back form her mission. Renard hadn’t had much interaction with the Assassin, but had always admired her long-range combat -- which was something he’d always needed work on. But tonight in the late hours he could see something off about her. She seemed laboured.
He whistled sharply into the night, staying where he was -- perched high up near one of the clock tower’s edges. He knew that once she saw him -- she’d know to come and meet him where he stood. After all, Fox was the most senior of all the members of the Guild -- even amongst the Guild Leaders. He waited patiently for her to climb up, eyes scanning the streets for any sigh of her being pursued or any lingering trouble.