The words where a bit muffled from where Moira hid, she saw the shape of Vasileios move towards another shape. Quickly she let the green marble sized orb fall threw the vent she hidden over, it fell into the bath just after the kings foot left the water. What she had used was some potent paralytic so it wouldn't just dissolve and dissipate, it would stay in the water till the bath was drained. Her ears caught the word 'report' and 'Asharian', her blue eyes became wide, was this report about her... had the king sent someone to try and find things out about her....

Moira bit her lip as she moved around the vent, trying to not press against the metal, as she tried to hear more about what the king and the other person where going to say. She hand't felt any one watching her this past week...but then again she had been only in the town outside the castle three times in the past week, picking up all her ingredients in a few trips as possible. She had even packed up her meager belongings from the cave she had been calling home for her time here as she was planning on changing her hiding spot any how. Staying in one place to long set her on edge in this country.

Heck back in Porphyros she had moved about the cites underground sewers, with many other homeless people. She hadn't slept in the same spot twice in one month. For years it had kept her safe after her kills, a few times she had stayed at Inn's by the sea, listing to the waves as she lightly slept. She only got good sleep when she was under ground, she guessed it came from years of living in underground places as a street mouse.

With shaky gloved hands she pulled out the poisoned bath salts, these ones had a special coating that stopped the poisons escape till the heated water melted the outer casings. She had to drop at least one now if she didn't' want the king to notice a plop in the water once he entered it.

Vaguely she thought of the man who taught her how to make poisons and their antidotes. He had been a respected doctor in the area she had grown up in, despite no one knowing about his knowledge on making the deadly things. All but one little Moira who had spied him poisoning some persons 'medicine' one day. Later he'd told her that the man was going to die any way, and his poison woudl be a less painful way to go for the man. This had been around the time that the old women who Moira had lived with died of old age, the man took her in for a while, they had a disagreement when Moira was older and she left. She'd had to kill him one day... he had begun to get drunk on the power over people his poisons gave him.

He'd fled Porphyros two years ago, and since till this target Moira only killed inside of Porphyros she hadn't had to kill her old mentor yet, she was not looking forward to the day she'd have to face him again. Shaking her head softly she carefully held the yellow bath salt between her gloved fingers before letting it fall threw the vent. Steam had obscured her vision and she had missed the bath, the yellow orb falling against the baths edge before bouncing of and rolling on the floor. Her blue eyes darted over to the shapes in the steam.