[@Assallya] was not un-witnessed by a different set of piercing eyes, squinting from a place unseen. The darkest corners he laid hidden and still, where he'd serpentine only from casted shadows and blended in just as well. In public eyes he hasn't been for many long years, try as he will to conceal his presence but it would seem he's out of practice.

He did not miss that glance or gaze, she spotted him careless for a moment, a flicker in sight. He never learns from his mistakes. It's always the patrons he deems most unfit, so unaware of their surroundings or too intoxicated to see, that prove him yet still just how weary and lax he can be. 

His realm had grown somber, the quiet too long, such time dragged on there that he had returned to his second home. This tavern brought memories, he's been here for a while, so many things he has seen... oh how he misses the scarecrow invasion. He'd been quiet these long years, glimpsing from the darkness, waiting for something to happen.

Yet this lady he stared at and watched unfettered, every glint and every gleam of the gold she was wearing, drew him in terribly. She was covered almost entirely with all the treasure he'd love to have. Many patrons he's seen here and there, but none so far had nearly taken all but his complete restraint to lash out and steal yet another addition for his hoard.

Or in this case, many.

The distraction of such trinkets may even have been the cause for his carelessness, but he weaved like fluid darkness across the wall to the ceiling above, too far lured by such trinkets to barely notice the rugged man giving her a difference gaze [@Dark Light]. 

If there's one thing he knows about remaining hidden, it's that people rarely ever look [i]up[/i]. It's natural for those who evolved forward-facing eyes to keep their gazes along the horizon, so the highest places always made the best hiding spots. Up here however he was closer to the lights upon the ceiling and his shadows could stand out.

Fortunately for him she had made her way to the back of the tavern, where a wall lay close behind her and the lights weren't so bright. He couldn't help his own adrenaline, high risk, but such high reward, he was prepared to snake his way over when he was interrupted for a brief moment [@Dark Light].