Faeril took the five coins and pocketed them, looking around again. Nothing seemed amiss, and money was money. They were in no position to turn down something this easy. “You’ve got a place in mind for this? I’ll make it quick, but killing you in the middle of a market isn’t going to do me any good. No matter how much money you pay, I can’t spend it if the guards have arrested me or worse.” Faeril looked around to make sure there weren't any guards in the area, and to see if they were being watched by anyone. They needed to move without looking suspicious to the guards and the normal citizens. The kid might not care what happens after his death, but Faeril certainly did. 

The child nodded dejectedly, clearly having lost all hope yet still unhappy about his situation. He looked about, and Faeril would be able to tell he was nervous. Hard to blame him, considering. He waved the dwarf to follow him down the street a few dozen paces to the east, past the furthest fruit vendor where the more expensive, non-aristocratic housing was located. There was a three way alley, obstructed by various used carts and merchandise men had not used in days. Clearly this was the sparsely used storage area. 

Faeril looked around once more, his paranoia making him triple check the situation. It looked clear of anything that could cause problems. Empty area that no one used too much, if at all. Good choice for a killing. The kid had obviously put some thought into it. Faeril looked around and found a cart that looked like it had been untouched for the past few days, and a tarp haphazardly thrown over another cart. Those would both be useful.

 He gestured over for the child to stand behind it, facing the wall. As the boy did so, Faeril grabbed the tarp and pulled it over there with him. It wouldn’t stop the smell from getting out once the body had been left long enough, but it would delay the discovery at least for a day. Provided no one went around investigating things they shouldn’t, of course.

Faeril got into position behind him, crossbow out. “Just pray to whatever god you want to kid, it’ll be over soon.” As he spoke he loaded the crossbow and took careful aim. Faeril murmured a prayer to Gaerim as he aimed at the center of the boy's head. Quick and clean. The boy paid for that much, and if he was sacrificing himself for his brother that was worthy of a prayer to Gaerim. Faeril didn’t know why the boy didn’t just exile himself to the north, or save his brother the five royals and kill himself. But Faeril hadn’t been paid to ask those questions, so he pulled the trigger. A quick hiss and a quiet thud later, and it was over. Faeril took a few crates and stacked them around the body before covering it with the tarp. The crossbow bolt could stay. Not like he wouldn’t be able to buy more with the money he just received. 

Putting up his crossbow, Faeril left the alleyway a different way than he had come before working his way back to the marketplace. He still needed to buy new clothes and sell the bandit’s crossbow after all, and it just got a lot easier to do that.