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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.
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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Date: 2005-10-04 05:51 pm (UTC)From: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.