The Silencer stands at the doorway, her slender figure cloaked in black, her white porcelain mask reflecting the flickering torchlight. There is no magical aura. No palpable intent to kill. Only a cold, absolute presence.
Tarek Mornhall stands between the assassin and Velka, who is hiding behind a bookshelf. His heavy crossbow is aimed straight at The Silencer's chest.
"You've made a grave mistake coming here," growls Tarek, his single eye narrowing.
The Silencer does not respond. She merely tilts her head slightly. Then she moves.
Her movement is beyond belief. Not human, but like smoke carried by wind. In the blink of an eye, she has crossed the room. Tarek fires his arrow, but the target is gone. The arrow embeds itself in the stone wall.
The Silencer appears beside Tarek. A black dagger flashes toward his neck.
