Rhus stood up from his table finally after twenty minutes of waiting. Bullshit, he thought. He'd been waiting there for a drink, waiting for that damned woman to bring his his drink. He'd sat there, watching as she made her sultry ass out of the bar, being one of the only servers that were available. She was lucky she had a good body, so he wasn't too mad. Of course, a woman with a good pair and and even better rear could do anything and he'd be fine with it...

Well, not everything.

He walked with an air of swagger as he made his way through the crowd of people. How long had he been here? His head felt blurry... how many drinks? Seven. Yeah, seven... probably. Rhus grunted as he leaned against the cobblestone wall, closing his eyes for a second. Those dwarves sure were short, but they could brew a fine drink. Plump Helmet Ale was probably in his top ten favorites, even if it was a little odd to be made out of shrooms. He opened his eyes, the many people drinking and drinking their day away were still blurry. He left, wiping his brow for sweat.

He'd gone to this dump of a city eight weeks ago, and been bored out of his mind ever since. No jobs. No extravagant wines. No nothing at all, and for what? A silly little message that told him to be here when there were two moons? Of course, not like he wouldn't have come. It'd been too long since he had participated on a mission. He wondered if he'd be meeting with someone. Before he could think much about it, a glint of fair skin caught his eye.

"Ah, fair maiden, I've been waiting for your attention... You see, my cup has gone empty, and I..." He froze for a moment. As soon as he approached close enough, he saw enough. Compared to her dress, the blood was barely distinguishable, but a keen eye, and one who had seen much of blood, knew what to expect. "A shame..." he said, grimacing. He'd killed plenty of people, but none had been a woman, and who had killed this one? A tiny blur caught his eye as soon as he turned. A small girl was rushing through the streets, fairly far from him. 

Rhus gave a kiss to the dead woman, oh what a waste. He followed the girl, sticking to the long shadows cast by the strange lanterns that were erected in clear cut parameters, to light the streets up. A relatively knew technology, as far as he knew, but he wasn't paying attention to that. What he did pay attention to was the girl. She had the whitest skin he had ever seen, but had pointed ears... elf? No, half-elf. Rather beautiful, he might add.

She stopped after a small while, and he stopped as well. 

He quickly saw what she was seeing, standing high over her shoulder. Two people, exchanging a small bag of coins, he might guess. It would have been a normal exchange, had he not known the face in front of him. He never forgot a face. And this one was an important one, none the less. Simeon Cythera, a name quite known among the Night Kiss. Certainly he had been the one to give him the message. Still, the girl had his attention, but he knew she wasn't the killer. Of course, a good spook might not be so bad, and it would give him a laugh.

He slowly approached and laid a hand on her shoulder, speaking in the most haunting tone he could manage. "It isn't wise to be watching others do business, [I]girl[/I]."