A dark figure stood alone, his head lowered as if waiting patiently for his master. A single candle casted no shadows from the figure that stood before it. The figures eyes were closed as if in a solemn meditation hands clasped as if in prayer to a unknown god. What could he want with me...I have better things to be doing than wait her for his royal highness... Just then his thought was cut short as a booming voice echoed around him, reverberating off the walls of the camber. "Ghost! You will wait as long as I desire!" The figure instantly dropped to his knee bowed towards the flame as if it had spoken to him. "Forgive me sire..." The cloaked figure spoke softly, white hair covered his face. "You know of this traveling elf do you not?" The deep voice sounded again, "The one seeking her brother..." Ghost remained silent then spoke, "Yes sire, I have read the reports on her, she doesn't seem a threat to us..." Laughing filled the chamber, "Oh but she is..." Ghost breathed out slowly, "Nothing in her report seems to say so? May I ask why?" There was a roar as a massive figure rushed in slamming Ghost against a wall chocking him as he lifted him up. "You do not question me Ghost!" Ghost grabbed the mans hand tyring to break free, "My...sincerest apologies sire..." He chocked out enough to say those word before the figure threw him back at the candle. "I want her eliminated Ghost...do as I say and you will receive riches beyond your wildest dreams..." Ghost kneeled again coughing slightly, "Why me sire..." He spoke up and looked behind him as the figure moved directly behind, as if he teleported. "Because you are our best, your mastery of the shadow art is incomparable, you have master your teleportation and can do it based on memory, and...Because I said so..." Ghost nodded still kneeled, "It shall be done master..." The shadow man began to laugh, "Good, good...you can find her in the Attica forest, a long journey walked, but for you a matter of hours..." Ghost looked behind him and the figure moved in front of him. "I trust you know it Ghost?" Ghost remained silent, the only movement was his nodding head. "I do..."
-A few hours later in the Attica Forest-
Ghost jumped from branch to branch, his body looking like a flowing void of black mist as it moved, searching, searching for a sign of life. A small campfire caught his eye. He moved closer scouting from the treetops. The woman's record showed little if any magical training a few spells here and there but nothing serious, this should be an easy assignment. He spotted his target she was asleep, the records said she traveled alone making it all the easier. He dropped to the ground without a sound. My talents are being wasted here... He blew into the air creating a strange breeze shifting the winds to extinguish the fire, creating blackness, he stepped forward from the shadows, two daggers held against his for arms a fighting style developed for assassin's and rogues. He would strike quick and retreat killing her in a matter of seconds.