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One thing was growing abundantly clear in response to the archer's antics. Where Dark Elves as a whole did not represent Shade, neither did this girl spearhead the concept of humanity. Her demeanor, the way she carried herself, and the blatant oddity coating her like a blanket separated this young female from every other human in that establishment. Humans were quite unpredictable in their own right, but this girl was purely odd. Her cultural behavior stretched itself far from what the others were displaying, where she could be considered an obvious minority. 

With wide eyes, Shade watched the girl disrobe amongst others, a scene which was performed in public. What the Steppe Archer had spoken of quickly faded into memory, in comparison. Indeed, the sewers were quite horrid, and the scent following their upcoming adventure was nothing a person would prefer. Even so, Shade was now exchanging looks with a girl who had placed herbs in her nose and undressed in front of an audience. 

"Thanks..," the Dark Elf had long since halted his advance, and extended a hand to gently pinch the herb between two slender fingers. In regards to his profession, the boy was expected to brave through assignments such as these without sensual aid. He was an assassin, and disgusting venues were going to be frequented. If he couldn't sludge through the confines of a sewer system without sticking two branches into his nose, the boy's father would be sorely disappointed. 

Shade slipped the generous gift into his pocket, and resumed a previous stride towards the exit. With a hand on the door, he pushed it open and stepped into the morning light. 

A warm, pleasant breeze brushed past the youth's exposed skin, with a small if delighted exhale leaving his lips. Shade had made sure to scout parts of the city before entering the guild, which left the elf with a small headstart. Entering a city mimicked the scenario of stepping through the front door of a home. An assassin was supposed to know of every plausible exit and escape route. Anything could happen at any time, which in itself warranted vigilance. 

If the elf recalled correctly, there was a sewer entrance close to one of the taverns. More precisely, behind the establishment, in a back alley. If anything spelled out 'unsavory', it was most certainly the business conducted in these shady corners. "There was a manhole over there, I think," Shade spoke, and pointed away from the guild. 

It would have been foolish to claim that an open city such as this, despite its small size, offered any measure of comfort for the Dark Elf. His pointed ears were safely hidden beneath the shape of his hood, but every single inhabitant of this human venue was a possible risk. 

With a slight sigh, Shade shook the thought from his mind. So far, things were going well enough, and no one knew of his true heritage yet. Hopefully he could manage this quest together with his party and then make himself scarce before they picked up on anything. He dreaded to think what a discovery would entail. The archer would perhaps not put any emphasis on it, as she appeared rather.., distant from other species. However, the armored girl clearly had elven blood flowing through her veins. That much was certain, after a single look at her ears. 

"It's going to be very dark down there," Shade stated, "if you're not used to it, perhaps a torch is advisable." As for him, Shade was more comfortable in the dark, and his eyes found the lack of light soothing. Enough so, for the morning shine to leave a slight irritation in his obsidian orbs.