In his room, Kyras slowly opened his eyes, his legs unfurling from underneath him as he stood smoothly from his kneeling position of meditation. It was a habit he had picked up a few years ago, and it helped him clear his head and focus his thoughts. Turning his head to look out of the window to see two of his unwilling companions standing where he could only assume was the meeting area, seeing as they had stopped and showed no sign of moving from that area. His attention was pulled away from the window as his door suddenly swung open, only for the guard to freeze in place as he realised which room he had entered, and that the owner of that room was standing with his back to him, his steel mask on the end table at his side. The guard's mind went into blind panic as several paranoid rumours surfaced in his mind, all involving torture and/or death. Kyras turned his head a little, not enough to expose his face but enough to acknowledge the man's sudden entry to which the guard stammered out a burst of quick apologies, but the assassin cut him off with a curt statement.
"You have 15 seconds to leave. Go, Now."The guard didn't have to be told twice and bolted out of the room, the door slamming closed behind him as Kyras turned to fully face the door for a moment. He was aware of the rumours that had scared the guard, and for a brief second he was glad for them. Dismissing that train of thought, he collected his supplies for the journey in a small knapsack before he began to strap his weapons onto his person.
Two straps of throwing knives were secured to each leg at the thigh, 5 on each strap making for a total of 20 knives. Two 8 inch daggers were strapped to the underside of his forearms, a matching 18 inch short-blade sheathed behind his waist. Finally, he pulled his unique longbow onto his back, strapping a quiver of arrows onto each hip for ease of access. Letting his hands fall to his sides, his purple and navy blue cloak fell to cover the back and left side of his body, leaving only his right arm exposed from the front. With a single long breath, he grabbed his mask with his right hand and slipped it over his face before pulling his hood up to cover the rest of his head. Grabbing his bag, Kyras quickly strode out of his room without a second glance.
On his way to the meeting place, he passed by the Kil'garen Mage and the white-haired human male. While he was unfamiliar with the Mage, he recognised the other man as Luca Stormgrim, a skilled and effective killer under the employ of the Citadel. While he had very little direct contact with the man, Kyras held a great deal of respect for the man's skills, especially with his unusual choice of weapon. Despite this, he didn't stop to converse with the pair, instead offering a nod to the both of them in greeting as he continued on his way.
As he arrived at the meeting place, Kyras moved quietly and avoided attracting any much attention on instinct. He was largely disinterested in the conversation between the ginger-furred Kil'garen and the Elfan woman, instead opting to lean against one of the stone walls as he closed his eyes behind his mask and allowed himself to fall into thought. With any luck, they would be moving out soon so they could get this damnable task over with.
