Caisidhe took a moment to glance up at the sky as she crouched on the ornate, tiled rooftop. The sun was just rising - she would have to be quick. She would have preferred to get this done earlier, but an altercation with some self-proclaimed 'vampire hunters' had taken up a precious few minutes of her busy night. Oh well, the assassin thought to herself. At least I got some sustenance. Looking down into the skylight, Caisidhe planned her attack. Mistress had sent her to acquire this relic for unknown reasons, but she was determined to do the job well. The item in question was an ancient ring with a black jewel set into it, displayed on a pedestal in the museum's exhibit on ancient Essyrni culture. It was certain to be guarded by magic of some kind, so she would have to grab it and get out as soon as possible. After listening carefully for a moment to make sure no guards were near, Caisidhe dropped nimbly and silently through the skylight and approached the ring. It was separated from idle passersby with a low cord barrier, which Caisidhe merely stepped over. As she carefully moved towards it, however, she froze. A heartbeat was approaching.
She instantly blurred across the room to hide behind a pillar in a shadowed corner. Peering out from behind it, her vampire eyes allowing her to see the room as if it were in the brightest daylight, Caisidhe saw a blond-haired man in unremarkable clothing. He was unarmed, so probably not a guard...if she killed him, he'd probably be missed. Even so, if she didn't get out of here before daylight, she'd have to hide in a broom cupboard or somesuch all day. She'd had to do that once before, and by the time she got out the Thirst was so bad that she ended up eviscerating an entire street gang. Á dhiabhail, she cursed under her breath. There was no easy way out of this...