Her bright blue eyes glared at the king threw the steam, her metal necklace clanked against the vent bars, the already weak claps holding the two ties of leather together at the back of her neck wasnt fairing well in this steamy heat. "I'm staying up here well out of your grip." She said scooting herself back from the vent a bit, she froze again when she heard the snap of her necklace clap and then her blue eyes widened seeing the only belonging she valued slip from her neck and out of the vent, hitting the tiled floor and for her the sound echoed for ever.

Her legs where beginning to cramp up, she had to get out now or risk getting stuck in the cramped hot space for a long while. Yet she didn't want to just leave her necklace here.... but she had no choice now. With no other words she scuttled backwards in the venting space till it opened up into the crawl space she had used to enter the vents to begin with. The crimson haired girl could feel tears pricking at her eyes at loosing her necklace...she shook her head gently before she moved her shaking legs to leave the crawlspace and push herself back out into the gardens of the palace.
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Back in the baths the necklace glittered with dew and water droplets where it had fallen, it was well crafted that much was clear even if it looked crude, the Asharian symbols carved into the back where painstakingly placed with precision into the two metals that where melded together. The leather ties where the only thing that showed and age, the leather closer to the brown clasp where graying with age. Making one wonder just how old this pendent was.
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Moira had almost run into guards on her second escape from the palace, her eyes having been blurred by the tears she was trying to force back. She was trying to turn her sorrow into anger, even now as she slunk down by the chilly docks of the city outside the palace she was plotting her last assassination.... either way... she'd either be locked up in a gilded cage if she failed.... and if she succeeded she doubted she's be able to get out of the country....From what she had heard getting to her new safe house was that Vasileios was a well loved king by his people.

The tanned skinned girl had found a entrance to the sewers under the city a few days ago... and had decided to move her base of operation there, she was more comfortable in this setting as it was similar to where she grew up over the years.

She threw her bag angrily against the stone wall of the little alcove she had claimed as her own for now. Moira took shaky but deep breaths, trying to clear her head and search her brain for any other ways she had to kill someone.... her mind settled on her dart blower... that woudl mean having to get more ingredients for poisons and toxins....

"I WILL get him next time... that Knocker basterd." she growled to herself. Her shoulder slumped as she slid down the same wall she had tossed her bag against, she pulled her hair free of it's twin buns, letting it fall far past her waist in stressed curls from all that time in the steam. Reaching for her back she pulled out a small journal and began to flip threw the pages that had sloppy writing and surprisingly good sketches of plants.

Late into the night Moira began to plan.... and she came to the collusion that her darts might not be enough. As they where better against marks with more skin showing. She made a small list that started with having to buy herself a bow and a few arrows.... and to find someplace she would be able to practice in peace. She'd never used a bow before.... biting her lip Moira rubbed her eyes and sighed, putting the journal back with the piece of charcoal and list back she pulled her cloak around her more and closed her eyes.
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More then a week had passed this time around. A good month had passed, and Moira had been stopped by guards and others a few times, not that they knew who she was exactly. She was always quick to vanish for a few days after wards, and changed her practice areas in the woods daily, by now she was decent with her new simple bow. At least she though so, she had also mixed up liquid poisons and toxins that she applied to the tips of 8 of her arrows, and she never practiced with those once once she anointed them.

Pulling her hair up into a high ponytail Moira strapped her bow and arrows to her back, she had her special arrows in a quiver on her hip while the normal ones where in the quiver on her back along with the bow. She had changed her sewer location aswell, to deeper in the sewers and closer to the palace too. Moira's arms had gained some new mussel form her use of the bow, she had also been managing to eat a bit better, trading her knowledge of how to preserve meats with special plants for longer with the local merchants in exchange for some food over the past month.

Once again she packed up all her meager belongings, minus her necklace, that thought made her grind her teeth together... she planned to retrieve that today if it was the last thing she did...she doubted that Vasileios would have just left it on the bath floor... she planned to search the kings room before trying her last final attempt on his life.

"It's going to be today Moira... where you find out where your fate leads...." she took a deep breath before leaving her little alcove and following the water in the sewers upstream, water rushing past her sometimes.