[center][h1][color=92278f]Fendren Thraas[/color][/h1][/center]


	Fendren quickly exited the magic store, what an odd woman, she almost seemed kind, like a normal person, no, she was a mage like the rest, she couldn't be trusted. Through the narrow streets he managed to recover the trail of his intended mark, the man that had lit the fire earlier, he seemed to have made his way home. The mans home was nice, decorated on the inside and lit warmly with a hearth, no doubt built by his slaves Fendren thought though he had no clue. Nearby was a small building, a jewelry store [@BrightSteel], Fendren scaled the building up to the roof and perched across from the mages home. The man stood in his window looking out at the glistening snow of the city, but all he saw was a brief glow as Fendren loosed an arrow of magic energy piercing the window, then the man. Fendren ducked down off the rooftop before the body hit the floor, one, one mage of many, Duncan would be proud he told himself as he affirmed his own anger.