Two hooded men slowly made their way across the corridors of the keep, making sure to listen for any servants or guards who may be wandering around. 

The men tried a few rooms in hopes on finding the target as soon as possible, and did well to prevent their own discovery. 
And after searching for what seemed like an hour, they finally found their target. 

The men briefly checked their surroundings before creeping in. One remained at the door as the lookout, and the other approached the sleeping Duke. The room was partially illuminated via the moon, for the curtains had only protected the bed. The man slowly and silently took a few steps across the room toward the slumbering Duke and withdrew a glistening knife. 

[color=a187be][b]"So you have come."[/b][/color] the voice froze the assassin in surprise, [color=a187be][b]"I presume you will not entertain the idea of offering a little information regarding the reason to your current circumstance?"[/b][/color] asked the clearly awake Duke. He sat himself up within his bed, and observed the man before him, and then quickly glanced toward the man at the door. The two looked equally surprised.
[color=a187be][b]"Though I suppose it is fruitless, as I am to die by your hand, am I not?"[/b][/color] he rhetorically asked the man with the blade. 

The assassin regained his composure, and stepped forward without replying. The Duke watched as the man approached, merely sitting there as though with little concern. [b]"Hurry you fool! I think I hear company."[/b] came the voice of the lookout, the assassin took his eyes off the Duke for a brief moment as his comrade spoke to him. He turned back only to find that the Duke was no longer bed in his bed, but stood at the end of it with a shortsword in hand. 

[color=a187be][b]"My aide is already aware of your presence, and the guard are making their way here as we speak."[/b][/color] the Duke readied his blade as he spoke, [color=a187be][b]"It may be rare to find magic within Bergkoff, but before becoming a Duke, I had gained the knowledge on how to use a telepathy spell."[/b][/color]

The assassin frustrated and desperate let out an aggrevated growl and leapt toward the Duke with his knife. The Duke easily parried the strike.
The two would dish out strikes at one another, the assailant apparently somewhat proficient with a blade. Neither managed to land a hit however. 

Heavy footsteps could now be heard coming from further down the hall. [b]"We're out of time! We need to go, now!"[/b] said the man at the door before turning to flee.
The Duke made for a few more strikes, only so he could prevent the assassin from escaping and buy the guard some more time. 

The assassin took a few steps back as he parried the Dukes attacks and took a moment to grab a cushion from a nearby chair. The assassin retaliated with the cushion to block an in coming strike, to which the Duke clumsily cut down. The assassin then dashed past with ease as the Duke was caught off guard. 

The Duke then turned to make another attempt as his assailant tried to get away, but with no success.
The man gave a quick glance back toward the Duke before swiftly leaving.
Shouts could be heard as guards began flooding the corridors as they searched for the tresspassers. 

The Duke sat heavily onto his bed, suddenly feeling feverish. Morgan came into the room followed by a pair of guards. [b]"Your grace! Are you alright?"[/b] he asked as he approached to check up on his lord. The man immediately noticed a small patch of blood on the Dukes side.
[color=a187be][b]"The hooded people you mentioned...they may of been the ones who attacked me."[/b][/color] he said before clutching his head. The Duke let out a pained sigh,[color=a187be][b]"I do not feel well."[/b][/color] he continued before falling back onto his bed fainting. [b]"My lord!"[/b] Morgan spoke concerned, he then turned to the guards, [b]"Bring his Doctor, quickly!"[/b] he ordered, and one of them hurried away as commanded.