Well....this was it. The big day.
Perched on a large, sandy boulder, Keina briefly glanced skyward to judge to position of the sun in the sky while shielding his eyes from the blaring light with a hand. It was noon, give or take, which meant he had about two hours to get the job done and get on the ship that would take he and his "acquisition" out of this country, but he wasn't really too worried about missing it. If he did, he'd had that lord guy's word that he could wait out at his place until the next ship docked, and as of yet he'd had no reason not to trust him--hell, he'd been staying in the man's manor for the past week, both as a symbol of good will from his "employer" and so that he could more easily observe his target and prepare for the day of departure. The man had about as much at stake as he did and so it was in the best interests of them both that Keina did not get caught. Because if Keina got caught, it wasn't like he had any loyalty to the man or anything--he was just doing what he was paid to do and that was that.
And he was good at what he did, though he had to say this was the first time he'd been hired to abduct someone important. Prior to this, it had been mostly minor stuff: snatch this guy because he owed someone money, snatch this girl because she'd run away from her husband. Stuff like that. What happened to them after he abducted them and returned them back to their husbands or bosses or whatever wasn't his business or concern, because, well, he wasn't paid to care. This job was way different, however. Not only was the target important--hells, but a princess!--but he wasn't being paid to take her somewhere and drop her off. Nope. This time, he was being paid to hang out with her for a while. Why he was doing all this, he really had no idea, but it really wasn't his place to question his employers motives.
Needless to say, this would be interesting. He just hoped the girl wouldn't be annoying or he'd just have to...gag her and stuff her in a chest or something. From the picture he'd been given, and from what he'd seen of her from a distance as he observed her, she looked rather pretty so it wasn't like it would be torture. At least he'd have some eye candy.
Feeling a little anxious while he waited, Keina took a deep breath, shifted his pack over onto his lap, and began to rummage through it, checking to make sure everything was there. The tickets, the money, the clothes...check. Now it was just a matter of waiting for her. He'd seen her heading this way, and from what he'd gathered, this was one of her favored spots. Which suited him just fine, because it was perfectly secluded yet not insanely far from the docks, not that he also wasn't accustomed to working in more crowded areas--he had no qualms against working to gain someone's trust, even over the course of a few days, in order to lure them somewhere more isolated. This, however, took less effort and drew less attention--with a lesser risk of witnesses remembering seeing some guy chatting it up with her, which was always inconvenient. Besides, from what he gathered, gaining her trust in advance might have been difficult anyway; she had seemed rather uncomfortable in social settings.
Keina always worked and planned around what he observed in order to come to the best solution, and this was it.
He just wished she'd hurry up and get here. If she wasn't here within five more minutes, he'd just have to go stalk her down and use a different approach, he figured. As much as he appreciated the lord's offer to hide out at his manor if this attempt was botched, he'd rather get it over with and get out of the country as soon as was logically possible. The waiting and anticipation was always the worst. He'd been in the "snatching" business for years, starting out small and working his way up, but that didn't mean he still didn't get nervous. Once he got moving, though, all that flew out the window.
But for now, it was just the waiting.
With a sigh, he stretched his legs out in front of him and readjusted the loose ponytail that the majority of his red-brown hair was drawn into at the nape of his neck--excepting the bangs, which weren't long enough yet for that. He really needed a hair cut, and he'd be getting one soon enough. And why the hell was he thinking about his hair now? Argh. Stupid thoughts, always coming at the strangest of times. Keina shook his head to clear his mind and focused his attention out onto the ocean ahead of him, the waves gently lapping at the shore.
It was a good day to sail.
[ooc: Eek, I made a few assumptions here, but if I was off...just tell me and I'll correct 'em! XD]