Aldrian remained where he was standing as people move around him and onlookers raised a brow at his actions. He now remembered why he didn’t often visit the bigger cities like this. He stood out like a sore thumb among the common populace. He also hated that his normal method of tracking was all but useless on these cobble stone streets, looking between the two taverns he knew that one was likely as good as the other, yet he waited. Be it dumb luck or something else Aldrians keen almond shaped eyes caught a flicker of light and he was drawn to a women leaning against the building, staring at him. His mark. She had spotted him before he spotted her, which in itself was not something the Ranger was not accustom to. That single look told Aldrian all he needed to know; she knew what he was here for, and she had no intention of running. With no particular rush Aldrian took the longbow off his back and knocked an arrow, his eyes remaining on his target the entire time. That action in itself was enough to draw the eyes of the civilians around him. His eyes found no difficulty in seeing through the darkness of the alley, he could see his target as easy as he had before, a trait from his elven-blood. He brought his weapon to eye-sight, knocked, drew and released his arrow in one movement. His skill was evident as he hadn’t even taken a moment to line up the shot, yet it would find its way through the crowd and aimed directly at his quarry’s heart. A scream went up around him, a shout of alarm really, but he paid it no head. His use of his longbow did not go unnoticed by those around him. Still, as long as he still had sight on his opponent he would knock and draw another broadhead arrow from his quiver and then start walking forward, people scattering before him and out of his way.