A tall man wearing full steel chainmail beneath a brown cloak would be easily seen sprinting through the bustling streets of the city, his helm and hood missing, this man was indeed in a hurry. He held Two wads of cloth in his right hand as he ran as fast as his legs could carry him. The clangs of his boots as they hit the ground along with the shuffle of the chains were fairly audible and rather out of place in the city. The man ran around a corner and collided with Aiden, sending both of them to the ground. The man quickly placed himself back on his feet, Running past the three onlookers without so much as saying a word. Quite the rude one, though it would seem he left something. Laying next to Aiden was one of the fist sized cloths the man had been carrying. He had dropped it when he had fallen, and failed to realize his loss. The speed with which the man ran was rather remarkable to anyone who had watched… it would seem he was well practiced.
The man ran quickly around the corner of the church, not wanting anyone to follow him inside. doubling back, he found the side entrance and paused to allow himself to catch his breath.
He walked inside, Finding the church to be absent of its usual crowd. The clank of his armor and the fall of his boot would be more then enough to draw the attention of whoever was within this holy place. There were two persons he could see conversing in the pews, and he made fast to approach them. He did not give greeting or even so much make eye contact. The man half jogged down the aisle to the two, and kneeled on the pew in front of Daregim. He presented the fist sized cloth to him, panting from the run down the aisle. “Please… keep this s-safe…”
His body fell limp, and he dropped the cloth in front of Daregim. As the cloth hit the marble floor it would bounce and unravel. A near fist sized Sapphire with a flawless cut would catch the glimmering light from the fixtures above. This gem could easily be worth a fortune, and for a man as hard looking as this to run within a church and throw it at a stranger?
The man, once further examined, would be pronounced dead. His clothes and armor point at being a bandit or mercenary.