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[oneman_onevote]

The door opens onto a dark, narrow street. The slight light cast from lanterns reflects off wet cobblestones. The air has that damp, heavy feel brought by mist that is almost but not quite rain.

Havelock's dark grey clothing blends almost perfectly. When the young assassin steps into a shadow, he effectively vanishes apart from the pale skin of his face and hands.

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[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck nods, glancing back out over the city-- this marvelous, chaotic city.

"Shall we?"

[oneman_onevote]

Havelock gives him a slight smile, just visible in the half-light dulled by mist, and pulls his hood back up to head over and across the rooftops to the Guild.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck grins, scampering after him like a shadow. He's never had rooftops such as these to traverse, and he almost regrets it as the place draws nearer.

Almost. But after all, he is about to meet Havelock's friends.

... Perhaps "friends" isn't quite the word.

[oneman_onevote]

Perhaps not.

Dangling one-armed from the rooftop, Havelock hooks a foot under a window to carefully open it. After waiting in silence a moment and cautiously examining the interior, he swings himself easily through.