On the Trail of Assassins
Rhaven had been waiting on the roof since before dark. He stretched continually so he wouldn't be stiff when it came time to leave. The Black Rose were in a building across the alley and they had a rooftop exit. Before long a door opened. The man exiting wore assassin's garb: brown clothing and a cowled cloak. Rhaven sat in silence. A rock made more noise.
The Black Rose looked at the adjacent rooftops, then crouched and crept toward the edge of roof. Halfway there, he whirled around, checking that no one followed. The dull garb made him difficult to trail in the dark, but Rhaven had followed man and beast alike through forests with no moonlight—tracking the Black Rose along the rooftops of Sykor would present no problem.
The assassin moved with grace, the roof
