Cal Fletcher ("BRAND")

The underearth night is cool, calm. That's about to change. The assassin waits atop the unfamiliar castle walls, scanning the roads for the first sign of his mark. It will be over in an instant. First, he looses a flaming arrow. The carriage will fall to its side, unable to withstand the force of the explosive barrles he's placed near the street. Second, he slides down the rope and lands on the streets, ghosting over to the toppled carriage like a shadow. None of the guards will notice him among the confusion and distressed neighing of horses. Third, another arrow, this time to the driver's head. Fourth, two slit throats should finish off the marks, then he'll take his prize from the trunk at the carriage's rear. Fifth, and finally, a dousing of oil over wood, then a match. He'll vanish into an alleyway, and the next day Ichtheon will wonder who killed their prince and princess.