Nathaniel sat in a tree with one leg hanging over the thick branch he rested on. He was whistling a merry tune and surveying the scene of the city with half happiness half sadness. On one hand he was getting a lot more work, for some reason everybody needed everyone else dead these days. The down side was that he was one of the most targeted people in the city as far as the guards were concerned.

He shrugged and noticed a man walking by singing, then about fifteen feet behind him someone else following him. Nathaniel sighed, "More competition." He thought to himself. He was about to do something but then saw some guards turn the corner and instead pulled himself higher up the tree. His sword sheath banging against the trunk as he went.