Deep blue eyes had wanted to narrow in boredom as the talks continued, yet Moira held her gaze lax, barely moving her not itching eyes till none where looking towards her painting. When the king moved to leave the room she quickly slid the panel back into place and followed the wall in the direction the doors had been. Pressing her ear rightly to the wall she could surprisingly hear Vasileios rather clearly. 'Winter estate..... well no surprise .... he IS a king.....' Now her blue eyes narrowed when she caught his words about not taking an army with him and she bit her lip.

The name Callisthenes made her blink... was that who he'd been talking to in the baths? She felt herself flush at the thought of that place. 'It was just the steam.... nothing more.....' she forced the thought to repeat in her mind. Frak....if the king was moving to another estate shed have to strike fast....and soon. The female assassin was starting to feel the pressure,but she would not give up with out a fight

Making her way back out of the passages, Moira stuck close to the shadows with her dark cloak pulled close to her. The big hood hiding her face as she make for the old tree she had used to get up to the kings room that first night so long ago. The crimson haired women was determined to end this before the king had a chance to leave for another estate.

Moira would end this one way or another today. This 'contract' had pushed her to her limits only because her target had been someone way out of her ability to handle...the docks where she'd peddled her skills were where she was comfortable, no one took the skinny girl with blood colored hair seriously and her poisons left no trace in the systems, just the darts leaving pin pricks where they hit. She had been used to taking out rival captains or people who had taken more then their share of something... normally hitting her targets in crowded taverns as they got drunk as skunks.

Part of her was glad how ever that this had pushed her to try other ways of killing someone. Moira knew that even if she lost the wager today...she would not go quietly, she would raise hell for Vasileios. Asharian people did not simply lay down their weapons if captured or cornered into submission. Even though she'd never really met another Ashari in all her years on the streets she had heard these things from traders who traded wares with the tribes of Asharian's that where on the coasts and close to the water.

Looking up to the balcony she'd used before, Moira could see the light glinting off the open doors and that caused her to narrow her eyes. She had closed them behind her when she'd left the room earlier, it was colder too then when she'd found those passages. She scaled the stones with ease keeping her ears open for any noise or voices as she got closer to the open balcony doors. The crimson haired women could hear the leather straps holding her bow in place creak gently as she moved, she cursed inwardly even though she was not on the balcony yet and the cold wind was whipping around her now.