There's always that moment in the dead of night. It's brief, and if you blink you might miss it. That moment when a silence hits the world, and the darkness that's been held at bay just takes over everything around you. Even the moonlight seems dim in that moment when you take the clearest breath of cold air you've had in weeks. It fills your lungs up with that sinister feeling that there's something out there. It's that time when the shadows creep out and say, my turn. It was in that moment that a liquid shadow crept over the roof tops of a small harbor town off the coast of the Eastern Kingdoms.
There wasn't any sound that could have announced his arrival with the silent way his steps glided across the slat roofing. It was only when the passing of a cloud overheard broke the pristine blanket of moonlight that a ripple appeared in the air. A breeze sounded softly atop the house that became a perch, and Dorian's body slowly came into view. It was like pulling a velvet curtain from your skin the way he slipped into the visible world. He lowered down and stared at the creatures below. Humans, dwarves, elves, and even those stranger creatures from another world, the Draenei. He watched each and every one of them as though they held the secret he was after. The slip of the hood across the crown of his head held the moon at bay as he surveyed the crowds.
There was no rhyme or reason to the madness below. A harbor town like this always had that little touch of chaos he enjoyed losing himself within. It was easier to hide when the throngs of people didn't bat an eye to the dark clad man with the blades. It was expected, and even looked to when the odd job needed seeing to. Dorian had his own task here, though, and one he'd been planning for weeks. So when he saw the woman striding through the alleyways with her escort in tow he moved with them. The whisper of leather on the stone roofing was barely there, and even when he vaulted to another nearby perch he left only the slip of air in his wake. He'd been waiting for the man to make his move, make a mistake, and leave the rogue the opening he needed. He watched, and waited quietly as his hands and feed moved in tandem to bring him to the city streets. A few might have given the dark figure a few passing glances, but when it came to nightfall around this town a creature like him wasn't uncommon. It was better to cast your eyes aside, and pray you weren't the one he sought.
The shadow crept along, and perched beside the stone to wait. There, just a brief glint, but in his mind he saw the flicker of a blade under the man's coat as he drew it out. Swift feet carried Dorian out as his own steetl drew forth. Simple steel this time around since there wasn't any need for flash or circumstance. Nearby a woman gasped, and the man in Dorian's way hesitated as he looked to her. But she wasn't staring at him. She was watching as the rogue slipped the dagger against the man's back, and found the spinal collumn with only a twist. The man crumpled and fell to the ground with all the tumult an assassin who'd just lost his contract could. There was a cry as he hit the stones, but Dorian was already off with his true target. The human woman gaped, a mixture of fear and worry as she was pulled into the arms of her would be rescuer.
The voice that slipped over her ears was like warm velvet with every word slipping effortlessly into the other. Even common could be made beautiful with the right tongue.
"Miss Henneson, I presume? Come along, love. I've just saved your life and we've a great deal to discuss..."
