Kiori walked through the streets of Cedarburg discreetly armed to the teeth. The only visible weapons he carried were his pair of swords, one longsword and one shortsword. There was a knife hidden in each boot, as well as a secret blade built into their soles. The pockets of his vest held a half-dozen throwing knives, dipped in poison of course. His leather cap was his one piece of armor; between the two layers of armor was a wire mesh which would serve as a line of defense against any brazen arrows that dared to fly towards his head. Even the cloak he wore had a single razor wire running through it, which Kiori could pull out in a pinch. And yet people would see nothing more than just another wealthy guild member flaunting his fancy swords. 

It was a gloomy day and looked like it could rain any minute, but privileged people such as Kiori needn't worry about such trifling things as weather; all his clothing was enchanted to be water-resistant so any rain would simply roll off of him. [i]Rylee Jamison...[/i] That name kept ringing in his head over and over. He knew she would be somewhere in this city. When he inquired at the gates nobody fitting her description had left yet; he "politely" asked the gatekeeper not to let anyone fitting her description leave. [i]She'd look different now anyway. I'd never recognize her...[/i] It was rare for someone in the police force to abandon their guild, and members of law enforcement had the distinct disadvantage of being both well known among the rich, and reviled by the poor. Lips were very loose when he inquired about her. [i]She didn't even want to join a guild. She said she wouldn't...[/i] 

After a couple of hours of asking innkeepers and tavern owners about a "Miss Rylee Jamison," Kiori came to the conclusion that she was hiding somewhere away from the public eye. It was probably one of the better courses of action she could have taken. If nobody could see her, then nobody could talk about her. However, there were only so many places where nobody was. This wasn't his first time hunting for his mark through the streets of Cedarburg, and it wouldn't be his last. He knew layout of the roads, the alleys, who owned what shops. He had to know; an assassin's work could take him anywhere in the world, and it was never good to let the prey have the home field advantage. As his eagle-like eyes scanned the streets, though, the path to his prey became illuminated. It was fortunate that the streets were so filthy. Rylee's boots were filthy as well.

The pattern that would have been invisible to any ordinary person was clear as day to the seasoned assassin. Boot prints matching the pattern that officers wear. Not the even confident stride that they typically held; this person was running. Based on the physical description of her size, these boots were the correct size for the target. Kiori had found the track to his prey, now it was simply a matter of following them to the end. Rylee was clearly panicked. There didn't seem to be any rhyme or reason to her direction. Hell, if she had just stayed on the main road, her prints might have been lost in the crowd, but this course of action was the downfall of her strategy. Before long, Kiori was standing before the abandoned tavern.

"It's a shame, they had good whiskey," Kiori whispered as he stood before the doors, his demeanor stoic, his eyes blank. [i]She thought it was disgusting when I smuggled some of my dad's ale for us to try. I wonder what she drinks now...[/i] He picked up a rock and hurled it at the window of one of the neighboring buildings. The sound of shattering glass would do two things: first, it would mask the sound of his swift entry into the tavern. Second, it would hopefully startle the target. If she moved to investigate the sound, he could hear where she was hiding. So, Kiori stood silently in the threshold of the building, eyeing the shadows and listening for the sounds of creaking floorboards.