It was cold, it was wet, and Julian had a head ache. While it was completely his fault- the idiot was drinking all of last night- he was not in the best mood. Dark rain clouds hung above and off in the distance, thunder could be heard. The streets were wet from earlier rain and very little people were out and about.
Julian was resting against the wall, the collar of his jacket was flipped up to keep out the cold/wet air. He was hired by an older man. It was a good amount of money, but it would have been more if it hadn't been for the fact that the guy also hired someone else. Goddam beginners, although Julian did hear that this person had some sort of beast with them.
The job was easy enough. Brake into Lord Donalbain's mansion. Get a scroll with some sort of weapons plan on it. Then kill the Lord. That was Julian's part of the job. Whoever was coming with him would be getting the scroll, with help from Julian's powers to negate magic, and deliver it. But Julian can't see why he couldn't do it himself.
If they don't show up soon, I am going to get out of this muggy weather and do it myself.