With the king safe in his castle Morana descended from the rooftops. Only a fool remained atop the clay shingle when one could walk the city with relative anonymity. Always she kept her eyes open for known Assassin agents or those acting conspicuously. Assassins loved to bribe city criers and tear down wanted posters, chasing down city officials and the like. One of their number was growing exceedingly well known, having purchased several properties in the area. That one, in particular, she would recognize and hunt if she came across him.

Flipping an old woman a copper for an apple she moved along lightly on her feet, wrapped her lips around the red skin and crunched down with delight. The Templars had several operations going, some of which she knew about, some of which she didn't and as a result the Assassins had taken a keen interest in the town. This made things much more interesting than they had been in previous years. If only the King's children would spend more time advancing the Templar cause...