[center][color=silver][h1]Corvo Rathmore[/h1][/color]
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[color=Silver]"Understood,"[/color] Corvo bowed slightly as the spymaster turned his head away, smiling, [color=Silver]"I shall take the time to [i]enjoy[/i] myself."[/color]

Corvo didn't really know what that word quite meant. He knew that it mean to do something he found fun like a hobby or something of that nature. Thing is, he never quite got the time to delve into any hobby of any sort. Sure he had a good tongue for wine and charcuterie boards and he had a certain fondness for well carve wooden soldiers, but it wasn't like he spent any great amount of time or resources exploring them. Most of Windkeep's library was free of his handprints barring the tomes and encyclopedias of knowledge which he would surely one day use. 

To him, his work was his life; twas all he knew.

Making a swift exit from the stands, Corvo began to casually stroll around the grounds, pretending to be lazing about as he hopped from one place to the next, a hidden eye kept a sharp for anything of use. He knew that it would be foolish to attempt to nick armor at this point, knights would surely know if their prized plate was misplaced by hands other than those they knew of. However, that's not to say that once some of the suits had taken a beating and bruise he wouldn't be able to weasel them away for "repairs".

Finding a secluded spot behind a small but dense grove, the man uncovered a small bag which had been hidden away in a chamber of natural roots. Opening it up, it contained a more common outfit, one which would easily allow him to blend as one of the many peasant who either were working for one of the knights or just a curious on looker. Hastily stripping off his noble character, Corvo donned the cheap tunic and leather which belonged to a certain "Evan Stone", just another peasant who had a most noble lineage of stone cutters and miners. In his new disguise, "Evan" broke off a near by branch and hunched his back a little, using the bit of wood as a makeshift walking stick cane. Rock can do nasty work to a man's back as "Evan" surely had witnessed firsthand.

Tramping off back towards the grounds, the man would begin to just poke around a little and examine things. While he certainly may not be able to "observe" an entire set of unmanned armor, certainly there would be value in being able to watch the smiths at work and perhaps "sample" some of their smaller wares: daggers, swords, spearheads and ingots. Such things were of relatively small size but good value that Corvo hoped to encounter lest he wanted to wait for some poor noble bastard to give the dirt a kiss of death.

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