"Today is the day that Alastair Alden dies." thought Daniel Bróðir as he gathered the items he required for his first assassination. Earlier today he had received a strange letter written in an unknown language, he ignored it, instead focusing on his assignment. He needed poison first of all and a few throwing knives just in case something didn't go according to plan. The poison he chose can cause fatal cardiac arrests, Alastair had grown fat and greedy on the suffering of others, so his death would look like he had an 'unfortunate' heart attack. He had to get in and out without leaving a trace.

Daniel took a deep breath to calm himself as he placed his owl-like mask onto his face and sneaked outside atop the nearest roof and jumped to the next one towards Alastair's home, on his way there he noticed the sky was dark and cloudy. If it was going to rain soon it could be a hinderance to the plan.

Alastair's home was large and heavily guarded, Daniel watched them for a while, memorising their paths for when he leaves. He noticed an open window and waited for an opportunity to enter. He set foot through it, inside was a dark bathroom, Daniel assumed Alastair's quarters was on the other side of the door, he looked into the keyhole, the only thing he could see was a fat, Alastair-shaped figure in his bed fast asleep with his mouth agape. Daniel quietly opened the door and sneaked into the bedroom, closing the door again, took out the poison and dripped some of it into his open mouth. Suddenly there was a knock on Alastair's door...

Daniel hid under Alastair's bed as the servant knocked on the door once more, he held his breath, after a few seconds of waiting, the frantic sound of rattling keys came from beyond the door. The servant barged in and tried to wake up Alastair, which of course failed to rouse him since he was dead. The servant panicked and ran out of the room, shouting for the guards. 

Daniel saw this as his only chance to escape and ran to the bedroom window, he noticed the guards were not outside, most likely scattered throughout Alastair's home. Daniel opened it jumped down from the window sill, landed safely with a roll and sprinted to his own home, with one hand ready to grab some throwing knives and the other on the hilt of his dagger in case he encountered any confrontation.