Rylee found her resting spot on the second floor within one of the many rooms that if she were to guess once served as sleeping quarters for patrons, specifically it seemed like the common room given how large the space was. The fugitive sat on a rickety bench, looked as such and most definitely felt as if the entire piece of furniture was about to give. There was still some daylight left, stray rays bathed her face it was good, comforting and warm. None of that however could calm the rising anxiety within her, maybe she made the wrong decision by camping within this decayed structure there were not a lot of options to escape, not to mention even in the commons there wasn't enough space to maneuver in a fight, and... Rylee let out a drawn out sigh, the worse part of being hunted wasn't the actual hunter, anticipation was the real current threat. 

Her thoughts drifted elsewhere, partly on purpose as to stomp down more pessimistic thoughts as panic was the enemy, the first step to victory was to maintain discipline through crisis, just as her gui- just as her former guild taught. Remain calm in the face of danger, that's what Corey used to say, even if not a mercenary the Constables still had a job to do and that job came with all the dangers with none of the rewards. All those mundane hours wandering through the streets of Cederburg, dealing with drunks, looters, and the occasional wanna-be crime lord all made to be basically the gutter work deemed too menial by the mercenaries. Looking back now Rylee was starting to feel better, she will never miss that... among other personal reasons, there was no way she would ever regret running even if at that moment an assassin was closing in upon her. A strong mind was the second step to victory. 

[i][b]*Crash*[/b][/i]

The sudden intrusion of her thoughts was anything but welcomed, rather then becoming alarmed Rylee was more annoyed, at first that is, until the realization dawned that something, or much more importantly [i]someone[/i] had to be the cause. It was now or never, it could be the assassin, maybe somehow he fumbled giving away is position? Probably very unlikely assassins were legendary at their craft, but what could it mean, maybe it was a stray animal like a cat, or maybe some haphazardly placed object fell only to shatter a window... somehow. Rylee shook her head, it really wasn't the time loose herself in a tangent. Careful not to give herself away, she was hiding after all, she stood up from the bench, the wood groaned now free from her weight. She made her way forward, one step at a time, that is until one board creaked quite loudly underfoot, she froze imminently knowing full well the possible repercussions of her mistake, if the assassin was there he must've heard that, so much for a game of cat and mouse...