[color=f7941d] “Ahh…” [/color]Karen made a sound, that was between remembering something and being surprised about it. She just heard the very interesting noise of someone being smashed against a wall. With a smile on her face, Karen raised up from the warm bed, her covers slipping from her body as she left the bed and went to gather her knife from next of the door. She picked it up and threw it in the air a few times, before flicking it to the pile of other knives behind her, without even looking at it. The air felt chilly so she quickly took her linen shirt and pants , giving her at least some amount of protection from the draft and coverage of her skin from the eyes of men. She wasn’t really bothered by showing a lot of skin, but she wasn’t going to have that when it was just a bother. Contrary to what many angry wives of Southarbour believed, Karen wasn’t like the women at the corners of the streets or the brothels. She wouldn’t engage in sexual acts for the sake of it. So she didn’t steal their husbands… it was more like the husbands were trying to run away from their wives. Well it was a good stress relieve and what more a good way to keep warm in the cold northern nights. Still she would occasionally find a woman to keep her company for the night. Totally different experience with it’s own benefits… 
 
 With her clothes on, Karen opened the door of her room and quickly took a look in the corridor. Well it was empty now… She missed all the fun, but dressing up… maybe she should just have gone to see the show first and dress up later.[color=f7941d]” Tche…”[/color] She clicked her tongue. At least she was now up so she might as well go to take another jug of wine. Quickly making her way down to the main room of the first floor, she paid for another jug of the red drink and made her way back up to her room. 

 Walking down the creaky wooden floor of the corridor, she intentionally stepped in a way that will make sound. A few moments later she was back in her room, slowly pushing the door for closing, but not locking it. She had no need to do that for now. She quickly took the empty bowl some wine in it. Then she proceeded to take out the small ebony figure and place it on the ground with the bowl in front of it. With that done Karen took two daggers and placed them in the bowl full of wine.[color=f7941d]” Skeitha, mother of the eternal night and patroness of all who sin, please hear my prayer.”[/color] The assassin began, kneeling with her eyes locked on the figure.”[color=f7941d] For you better than all know that I fear not death, but a mission is ahead of me. One that I cannot ignore, so please Skeitha, allow me to finish this through before I’m brought to the city of eternal night to face my sins.”[/color] Karen prayed to her goddess, offering the wine. Skeitha was goddess of the night and the patron of all sinners. Even in Karen’s lands Skeitha was already an old religion with very few following her. After the prayer was done, Karen took the bowl and placed it on the table… Then she proceeded to taking another cup and pouring some more wine in it. With the prayer done, she now wanted a drink.