Moira had pushed herself as close to the cold stone as she could when she heard a voice...she frowned her blue eyes narrowing as the male voice continued to speak. She knew her moves up to and including now were not the smartest...the cold wind and snow blowing against her where making her muscles shake the longer she clung to the stone under her gloved hands. ' Frost Giant's Pass? Fraak.' She thought bitterly... she was caught between following the 'advice' and just pushing forward now.

After a few more minuets clinging to the stone wall and loosing light Moira decided to move back down towards the ground. If she wanted to get a head start and even have a chance at firing one of her poisoned arrows at the king she'd need to find this pass tonight... Looks like she wasnt going to get a lot of sleep...not that she really thought she'd get much today.

What made the Asharian women's blood boil even more was that she still didn't have her necklace. That simple hunk of metal was important to the tanned skinned women. She moved along the stone wall towards the back of the castle wall and then let herself jump from the wall into a pile of snow that had built up along the side of the wall. Her dark cloak was dusted with snow after the tumble down, her bow poking into her back causing the crimson haired women to groan a bit. Pushing herself to her feet she felt into the trees, back towards the underground sewers she had been taking refuge in.

The first chance she got she pulled a simple map from her pack, the paper had many creases from how many times it had been folded. After she pulled the paper out she pulled out a small candle and lit it, her blue eyes looking over the map trying to find anything that could be Frost Gaint's Pass. The light flickering as time wore on.
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It had taken the yougn assassin longer then she liked to find the pass on her map, and she had been right when she had thought to herself that she wouldn't be getting any sleep. It had taken most of the night and the light was just being to rise over the mountains. Now Moira was in a rocky outcrop up the side of the pass, waiting, she was warped in two cloaks because of the cold night.

Moira's stomach was in knots, her mind moving at a fast pace as the Ashari women blinked her eyes at the still falling snow. She was down to her three poisoned arrows and only a handful of regular ones...she'd run into some animals over the night that had not liked being disturbed. The dagger strapped to her thigh had tasted blood that night and she'd cleaned it off in the snow around the animals.

"More waiting..." Her fingers flexed around the grip of her bow as she pulled her cloaks around herself tighter. She had no clue when the king woudl show... but she knew that this would be her very, very last chance to end the white haired mans life....and Moira found a sad feeling welling inside her, she stomped it down by shaking her head and glaring down at the road threw the pass. Squinted her eyes more she saw shapes in the insistence, hopefully it was her target and she could finally get this over with.