James sat in almost the exact opposite corner of the tavern of this young woman, though he had hardly paid attention to her at first. It was, especially in a place such as this, an increasingly idiotic idea that one should approach a new face to an older tavern. He had glanced at the woman as she had entered, taking note of her quickly and stashing the immediate information away for later.
Now he sat silent as usual, hidden by shadows save for his emerald eyes, which glowed eerily in the dark. His table was otherwise empty, and a simple bottle of wine sat half finished before him. There was not so much business to be had lately in Zantaric, despite the usual fruitfulness of the place.
It hadn't taken long for the man known as The Dark Assassin to take notice of the other men's eyes. They had continuously moved from wherever they were looking back to the new woman who sat alone. At first, James assumed this meant she was holding something rare, or perhaps that she was more dangerous than she looked, but eventually he realized it was simply her striking appearance.
Narrowing his eyes, James took note of exactly how many men had looked at her, making no move yet himself. Instead, he reached slowly for his wine bottle and tilted back his head as he downed the rest.
