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Zero gave him a bemused glance, then turned her gaze skyward. "Thank you." she said, nodding her head. She turned to where Sin had cornered the young man. "C'mon Sin," she called. "He looks to be naught more than a beggar. I wouldn't be surprised if you frightened him to his death."

Saqr heard the clashing of blades and spotted the pair a few rooftops over. He watched their foray for the short while that it lasted and then applauded.

He really wasn't a subtle assassin but being as he didn't have any assignments he didn't rightly care if he was spotted. A good chase would make his day at this point. In fact he'd been keeping his eyes peeled for any templars wandering the streets or alleyways. That was one thing that Al Mualim had allowed the guild members to persist, the erradication of the Knights Templar.

He grinned and then stepped back from the edge of the roof. "A little competition never hurt, eh? You've been dueling this way for a while now I can see, you've matched each other's movements well and know what to look for in their stance, very impressive." His massive arms were folded across his chest as he looked at them appraisingly.

He glanced over his shoulder. "You saw, them Zero. What say you?"

Tasha looked at the two assassins with interest when they both complimented she and Alec's fighting skills. Smiling a bit, she nodded. "Thank you. And yes... my brother and I have dueled each other a lot over the years we have been part of the Creed, so we have memorized everything about the other's fighting style." She sighed, appearing a bit bored. "My apologies... I don't believe we have met. I am Tasha Mendolin, and this is my brother, Alec."

Alec grinned, looking at the male assassin and the female assassin with some interest in his dark eyes. "Nice to meet you."

Zero nodded to the sibling assassins. "It is good meeting you." Finding there was nothing to left to say, she turned and resumed her survey of the city from the rooftops. A couple moments passed. She sighed and stared down into the street below, rubbing the bridge of her nose between her thumb and index finger. A silent frustration simmered within her. "There are no assignments." she stated loudly. "And I do not trust Al-Mualim." She turned, addressing the Sarq, Alec, and Tasha. "So what do we do?" she asked,"There is nothing for assassins who can't trust their own master."

Anan stepped quietly outside, letting the warmth of the mid-afternoon sun spread through her body like warm honey. Smiling softly to herself, she looked out at the streets from the walkway of her lavish home. A morning in the market all to herself, she thought happily and began to walk towards the front gates.

"Anan!" A voice called out behind her and she suppressed a sigh.

"Yes father?" She asked politely, turning to greet the stout little figure hobbling towards her, having a hard time not tripping over his flowing robes.

"I just came to bid you a good day." He said, forced to look up at his tall daughter, a fact that perturbed him daily. She was growing into a fine young woman, soon ready to be married off.

The corners of her mouth drew up in a small smile and her eyes softened. "Thank you, father." As she turned to leave again, her father's voice halted the action yet again.

"Also, I've heard there are numerous sightings of Assassins lately..." He trailed off into uncomfortable silence, a silence that spoke volumes of his worry for his daughter.

"I'll be safe, father." She reassured him gently and then opened the gates to step into the road, excited to be out by herself for the first time in almost eight years. Adjusting the strap of her bag on her slim shoulder, Anan looked quickly into the inside of her bag. From the dim rays of light that had penetrated the inner folds of the cloth, she could just make out the outline of the Assassin's dagger hidden there.

This brought her mind back to the mysterious encounter with the young Assassin so many years ago. She let her mind wander back to that day, and recalled the details from the foggy mists of her memory.

He had had very vivid grey-blue eyes, wearing a guarded expression on a warily closed visage, scars clearly visible on tanned skin beneath the deep cowl of his hood. He was about her age...

Suddenly she snapped her mind back into the present, shaking herself slightly. Anan smiled at the memory of the young Assassin, he had been quite handsome too...

She started off at a brisk walk to the marketplace, unaware of the Assassins gathering on a nearby rooftop.

(Nervous for first post, how'd I do?)

Anan cocked her head at the aging merchant and then glanced down at the necklace again. She couldn't help but wonder...was he overcharging her again? As if reading her mind, the old street urchant gave her a large, toothless grin. "I asure you," He rasped. "This is fair price." Anan pursed her lips in thought.

"No thank you." She said sweetly, smiling dispite the shopkeeper's evident dissapointment. Turning to leave, she felt a prickle on the back of her neck, getting the feeling she was being watched. Spinning around in the crowded marketplace, her eyes darted over the faces. Seeing nothing particularly suspicious, Anan turned around...and ran straight into a young man. "I'm sorry." She apologized, looking up at him.

Zero was silent for a moment. Dusty wind whirled around them, and an eerie hush had fallen over the fellow assassins. "Because..." she said slowly, trying to decide her words. "He is a cunning deciever. He is greedy and I do not think he is working for the greater good." Unless, of course, the greater good is himself. she thought. She bowed her head. "I am sorry, it is quite hard to explain. But I have my own reasons for not trusting him." She walked to the other side of the tower, facing a green valley. "I must go." She leapt from the tower and was out of sight. A loud, familiar thud told the others that she landed into a convenient pile of hay.

(I'll be in the Deep Valey forum if anyone needs me. Weeeee!)