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"Can I help you, sir?" Raikyyn heard the man tending the forge ask at his approach. "Ah, yes. I was looking for a fighter who goes by the name of 'Magus of the Gemini', I have a package for him. Also I was curious if a 'Lir Syoelle' was here, I've a package for her as well," Raikyyn informed the smith as he weaved a small spell with his hand gestures that would allow him to be trusted easier.

If the smith was a mage, I would be in a very unpleasant situation right now, Raikyyn thought to himself as he walked down the hallway towards the slave quartering.

Antius is here, but Lir is not. This complicates things. Mages, especially those of his caliper, are not to be trifled with head on, I need to find him without him finding me. He'll most likely see through, or detect, any magic I use if he sees me, so I can't let him see me. And then there's the issue with Lir, as I've no idea where she is. But, she should be looking for him, so as long as I know where he is, I know where she'll try to be.

Raikyyn quickly determined that the situation was rapidly slipping more and more out of his favor. First his intelligence is wrong, his cover could easily be blown, his targets are spread out and could be anywhere in the city; he needed to get a handle on the mission, and soon.

Raikyyn had to pass through a prisoner cell area before reaching the slave quarters, Damn these guard patrols, he cursed to himself. The assassin cast a small spell that distorted his features, and made him appear moreso as a smudge on a painting than a person. Besides, none of the guards would believe a slave who said they'd seen a shadow-y figure moving through their cell block.

As Raikyyn proceeded down the hallway, he heard the eerie shuffles and noises of a group of jailed prisoners. Well, the spell won't be a comple-shit, Raikyyn pushed himself against a shadow on the wall. Feeding time for the prisoners in this area. The guard closest to him didn't look like a guard, more like a trainer. He was a large man, with dark skin and a bald head, and Raikyyn saw a whip on his belt.

I can't kill him, too many witnesses, even if they are slaves. But maybe I can distract him? He seems focused on tormenting that one...a Duuthesh? What is she doing here?

Raikyyn could feel himself growing angry. At the mission, his lack of control, this Duuthesh, the guards torment of his kind.

Don't lose it, not here, I can't here, the assassin forced his breathing to slow, forced his eyes closed. But I can't just wait for this man to leave, I have to distract him somehow...

Raikyyn looked down for a decent sized rock on the dirt floor, a search that didn't take long. He aimed, and threw the rock, bouncing it off of a corner behind the guard, which sent it clacking down the hallway.