Azazeal, needing to find this assassin named Kalin, had started scoping out the town after the dead end that was the burned down base. He kept to the shadows, though often walked with crowds to remain unsuspicious as possible. Then, out of the blue a hooded man rode into the town and called out about where to find just the man Azazeal was looking for. He guessed that the rider was Kalin himself. Idiot. To reveal himself like that was an idiotic move. Everyone around him started murmuring as the rider left town. The guards gathered together, and went after the rider, intent on capturing this assassin.
But Azazeal had another plan. He wouldn't just march in there blades flashing. He went down an alley where no one would see him, and transformed. For he was a shape shifter. A fact that no one knew about him. He turned into a great raven, and flew away from the town towards the clearing. He perched on one of the out lying trees after circling a few times, and watched the man that waited in the clearing. Soon the clattering sound of guards was heard getting louder as they drew closer.