Kat Dakuu:

Getting into the city was as easy as ever, the little black bag tied to her belt had a heavy weight on her mind as Moira made her way in the shadows towards the castle. She had four bath salts, three of which were filled with a soapy poison and fourth had a paralyzing toxin. From some gossip she'd overheard from a servant she know knew that the king, Vasileios, had a private bathing area that was secluded.

Her boot covered feet made little sound against the cobblestone roads as she moved swiftly, soon she reached a wall of the castle and she found footholds to pull herself up and over the wall, she landed in a shaded garden like area, this made it easier for her to stick to more shadows as she pulled her cloak around herself again, the thick black fabric being the only barrier between the cold outside and her tanned skin.

Shortly she found a small entrance that lead up into a crawl space between the ceiling and the bottom of the next floor. It took some searching again but she found herself above a room full of steam and the sound of water. Threw a vent she could see people getting the bath ready, she grinned to herself proud that she had found the right bath so quickly. She slowly untied the black bag from her belt and held it tightly. The crimson haired Asharian didn't plan on getting caught this time, she planned to drop her bath salts into the tub soon after the king would set himself down.

Moira's heart was pounding in her chest, part of her was scared that she woudl fail again, then she'd only have one attempt on his life left before.... Shaking her head gently Moira pushed those thoughts from her head, she had to settled herself and control her breathing, there wasnt a lot of movement space where she had hidden herself.