Assassin

I began to walk through the crowd, keeping my head down and looking as plain as anyone else would. My bland cloak flowed behind me, the cowl nearly covering my eyes. He looked at me and paled, beginning to disappear into the streets. Arrows began to fly past, but I ignored them, and began to push through the crowd, never letting him leave my sight. Knives hid in my hands, and when I had a clear shot, I threw it.