Ahnasha dispelled the daggers in her hands and quickly moved the bodies away from any windows that might be visible to the building next door. Keeping low, she moved over to Fendros as she took stock of their surroundings. "If I didn't need to stay hidden, I might have tried to trap those two." She commented. Ahnasha remembered learning soul trap when she first started studying conjuration...though it had been many years since she attempted to cast it. Regardless, they would have time to take souls. For now, they needed to make sure they were ready for the ambush.

Ahnasha pointed out of the building to the courtyard below. "That is where the meeting is going to take place. We have a good angle from here, but we have to make sure to shoot down the archers on the next building over first. They are hiding out on the roof, or I would suggest taking them now. You can take a look at them through the window to make sure you know where they are, but be careful not to be spotted. 

"Now, that sounds a bit better." Nuulanth responded. She turned to the other cultist and gave a nod. "Mirisk?" 

The vampiric male, Mirisk-Kei, held out his hand and produced a faint green glow. "I believe a spell of silence might work here. It does more than just block magic, and I doubt these mercenaries are magically inclined enough to resist it. Still, we need to be quick. Nuulanth can take the ladder, and I can get another way up. Can you climb up the side after you take out the one on the wall?" He asked. As he spoke, he reached down to a pouch on his belt and produced what looked like the hilt of a blade. It was obviously dwemer in origin and appeared to be quite old, like something one would find in a museum. With the press of a button, a blade sprang out of it, turning it into a decently sized dagger.