After some time rigidly holding the knife at the woman's throat, he finally let it fall. "Lady, what I do involves people dying. I'm pretty sure that you wouldn't want to explain if you were in my place." He picked up his dagger and sheathed it in its appropriate scabbard in his belt. "Now, don't keep me waiting. I don't care who you are, but I assume you know when to get out of the way." With that, he shoved the door open.

In the night, the thug first scanned his surroundings. Clear, clear, cle - no. Two guards - serving the king this time - were heading his way. He withdrew his face into shadow, and waited for them to come closer. With precise timing, the thug hurled his meaty hand at the closest guard and slammed his face against a brick wall. The second guard put his hand on his sword. "No need." Adrian pulled the guard's sword out of its scabbard and slit his throat. He then proceeded to quickly drag the bodies into a dark alleyway, then escaped into the night. He had wasted too much time already. Safehouse Fourteen, Safehouse Fourteen...