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Lysander strolled along the streets, [url=https://youtu.be/23_nD_NzkAs?t=74]a tuneful whistle[/url] erupting from his mouth. This caused most passers by to give him dirty looks, all of them pissed off. He merely ignored them or shot the looks straight back. He finally got to the Whiskey Distillery, and his Mark glowed as he blinked to a nearby pipe. Kingsford watched the thugs out front, before unsheathing his sword. He dived down on one of them as he drove his blade through their chest, and slit the throat of another. The final one attempted to blast fire at Lysander, but he blinked behind them and held his blade to their throat.

[color=8B4513]"Listen, pal. You're gonna tell Slackjaw to be out here tomorrow, after the Distillery closes, and he better be alone. Got it?"[/color]

The thug squirmed, but it was useless. [color=FFFFE0]"Okay, okay! I'll tell the boss, alright? J-just don't kill me!"[/color]

Lysander's lips slithered into a smile. [color=8B4513]"Good."[/color]

He blinked away, seemingly vanishing into thin air. He continued his slow stroll around - this time on the rooftops - as he searched for his next target. This one was a slithery one, as they somehow managed to disappear from the radar immediately after a multitude of murders. Lysander seemed to have figured out how - whoever they were, they knew the Outsider. Now, Lysander didn't mind a murder or two (after all, it was his profession), but this one payed well. 150 coins just to kill some guy that murdered members of the higher society. That'd get him an Imperial Pocket Watch. He jumped down onto a lower section of the piping, before he blinked down and sneaked into the Golden Cat.