Kanimir lingered for a minute or two, perched on the edge of the balcony outside, hidden by the heavy drapes on either side of the balcony doorway. He heard Harvael move, heard the snapping chain and the staggering footsteps of the nymph being all but dragged from the room. He had to breath deeply for a moment to prevent himself snapping his fingers then and there. He wasn't even sure why these things affected him so deeply, settling a feeling of '
wrong wrong wrong' in his gut every time, every
damn time. It vexed him, something like a vice that he had to fulfil or go mad from ignoring it. If only he could have been a gambler or a drinker instead, but no, his heart had settled itself on being an advocate for slave freedom.
He sighed, pushing off and falling the short distance to the garden below, landing silently. He had a job to do, and when he returned, the nymph could have her freedom. He pulled his hood back up, moving through the dusk now settling over the city and focusing on the task at hand.
Less than an hour, a few slit throats and a nicely redecorated manor later, Kanimir returned, inviting himself through the balcony from which he had left with a deft snap of his fingers that turned the stained glass to little more than shards of sand in an instant. He stepped through the jagged opening, eyes flickering around the room and confirming that the nymph was gone, before crossing over and exiting out into the hallway. The mansion was quiet, no servants in sight, or even Harvael, and he hid a grin in the fabric of his scarf as he lifted the pouch from his belt and dumped it on the shelf of a small vase stand. His evidence was in there, not that he thought Harvael would need much more proof of his work than the sure-to-spread news of the rather brutal end his targets had met.
That done, he turned and bounced down the steps he had ascended earlier, eyes raking the lobby for a servant to hail for his payment. A thought that Harvael had hidden her away and intended to pay him in a different manner flitted through his mind, but he ignored it. Harvael was egotistical and pompous, not a fool. He knew better than to try and slight the Chaosbringer.
To his surprise, he found both a servant and his 'pay' in one glance, a young, nervous looking man standing uneasily near the main entrance, with the nymph kneeling at his side. She had been changed into different clothes, a simple dress that hung loose on his frame. He snorted softly, amused. He had considered selling the fancy veil she had previously worn for money to send her on her way, but he supposed he would just have to provide her out of his own pocket now.
He approached the young servant near silently, taking a small amount of gleeful satisfaction from the jerk through his muscles as he realised someone was approaching him from less than sex feet away. Kanimir didn't give the boy a chance to recover, closing the distance and slapping his shoulder on his way to crouch near the nymph.
"Tell your master his proof is in the northern hallway." He glanced back, pale eyes narrowed, "Shoo."
@SanctifiedSavage