Harry Owl was in the general vicinity, the performer was wearing cheap heavy clothing. It was cold, a man had to make do. He had received the Assassin's invitation, he hadn't handed it in. It would have been a waste. He walked into the old grounds, and looked around for any entrance. Up high he saw a window that had been opened. Just his luck, he couldn't get up there. Instead he smashed open the windows of the ground floor, and stepped inside. He made his way to the main hall.