A sudden jolt awoke Daniel. His head quickly rose and scanned his surroundings in fear. A sudden pain throbbed in his neck. He sighed, letting out a small groan and rubbed the back of his neck. The cart's wooden wheels clacked and creaked as it rolled over rocks and holes left on the dirt road it was navigating. At some point in this journey he must have fallen asleep. Daniel took a second to orient himself. He looked around, taking note of the gentle farmland he was surrounded by. He saw how the setting sun washed the peaceful vista in a display of orange and red. He sighed, drinking the view in. It had been a while since Daniel had been able to relax ever since his training. By reflex Daniel reached towards a long object hidden underneath a cloth wrapping. Undoing the straps, he pulled out his musket.

 It was a fine piece of work. A marvel really. It had taken Daniel many days toiling under the sun to pay for it. Daniel, unlike most people, took pride in his equipment. It was a distinguishing factor. Not only did it help him find an identity in his line of work, but he also knew that this musket wouldn't fail him in his time of need. Daniel set down the musket, and bundled it again to shield it from the elements.

It had been a fair day. The wind blew steadily, and slowly the sun shrank and shrank, until it hid behind the horizon. The temperature slowly dropped, and Daniel felt the growing chill. He drew his hood and huddled a little closer. To his advantage though he finally arrived at his destination. With a snort and a whinny the two cream cart horses halted their movement. The cart creaked once more and stopped. Daniel gathered his meager belonging and vacated the cart. Daniel began to walk towards the only building in a long distance when he was suddenly interrupted.
"Ho there! The master wanted somethin' delivered too!" Shouted the driver, who motioned towards the back with a lantern in hand. Daniel walked over and saw what looked like firewood. He picked up as many as his arms allowed him. Heaving the logs, he thanked the driver who he'd payed with 'greenbacks', and headed towards the building.

The building wasn't quite what he was expecting- but he'd learned to be disappointed often. On his way to the doorstep he could make out a few of the more obvious blemishes in the light. To his left he saw a pile of firewood stacked haphazardly. He gently set down his armful, adjusted his belonging on his back, and opened the door. Inside he hardly had a moment to orient himself before he was directed towards what Daniel assumed was the meeting room. Inside he drank in the scene: a prominent man stood at the head of the table, whom Daniel quickly identified as the leader. The table itself was a dark rich oak, standing out from the meager building he had just witnessed. It had the Assassin's symbol, one he had come to pride himself in, emblazoned on the very center of it. 

Daniel watched curiously at the unusual company that was slowly assembling.