Akeilles Pheonix who preferred to be called AP watched the group from the trees in silence. As an assassin he was excellent at keeping hidden and tracking. His slender athletic build was hidden by his black cloak that he always wore even though he had left the order. His long black hair streaked in red flowed a bit with the wind on this dark night. He thought to himself, 'That's quite a large group and quite a few charming ladies I see. I have nowhere to stay tonight I wonder if they have anymore room for company.' The young man's honey colored eyes were cold yet alluring usually catching one's attention easily. He began to creep up towards the group silently, out of habit he made no noise when he moved about.

[sorry; might drop this one; or return later...]