Herrick had spent weeks preparing this gig. His current mark was Lord Krioss, a prominent Connlaothian nobleman who's been holed up in his estate ever since the Connlaothian Civil War reared its ugly head. He hadn't been involved (except for a few rumored weapons deals with the anti-mage fighters), and for the most part, he had dropped off of everyone's radar.
Everyone but Herrick's. Herrick knew a vulnerable lord when he saw one, all walled up and feeling invincible, so it was almost too good of an opportunity to pass up. Getting into Reajh was nightmare enough, he practically had to scale the walls to enter, but now that he was here, perched on a rooftop overlooking Krioss' expansive estate, security didn't seem so tight.
Guards were out patrolling the gardens, sure, but it seemed most of them were in the multistoried mansion that lied in the center of it all. Herrick pulled his spyglass off of his belt, scanning the grounds one last time before he entered, dropping down into the gardens and making his way across them unseen.
He scaled the side of the mansion, deciding the he would come in through a balcony on the third floor. Silently, he began to pick the lock.
