Word reached Alto of the noble's gathering soon after invitations went out, opportunities like this didn't come around very often, so the week or so he spent moving his thugs to the coastline was well worth the effort. The Black Sheep's leader was a careful planner, arriving days before he anticipated anyone of note would be there, having ample time to get a lay of the surrounding area.
Alto was familiar with these kinds of events, nobility never wasted an opportunity to do nothing, the beaches would be prime for plunder. He set about rounding up his posse, the crew he brought with him was excited to get to work, and he shared in this enthusiasm.
Without much needed effort on his own behalf, his first mark made her way to his trap, and Alto moved to view his first target through the lens of a spyglass. She was quite attractive, he'd admit that much, but her charms would do little for her then, at least, that's what he'd say to her.
With a few preparations, and a decent amount of patience, his crew would make their move on the sleeping noble, servants were taken care of quietly, most being easily ushered away with a few well put threats.
Then came one of the simple pleasures of Alto's line of work. Stepping through the white sands of the beach, the start of a job well done. Laying down next to the woman, he took a few moments to decide on the position she'd find the bringer of her rude awakening in. After some shifting about, he laid with one hand propping up his head, and the other sat twirling a crossbow bolt between his fingers.
In a gentle motion, he'd tap the tip of his crossbow on the woman's nose to stir her from her beach-side nap. "Wakey, wakey." His voice came out smooth as silk, and his eyes cold as ice.
"I think we have some things to discuss."
