Vasha "Charles" Hadun
Death's Hand
"Assassin of the Night,
Keeper of the Bar,
People try to live honest,
But they don't get far"
Vasha nodded as the queen expressed concern for her sister.
"well let's go find her then" Vasha said, allowing Zidane to lead the way and cover the rear, the queen's rear to be exact, which wasn't too bad looking from this angle.
"I think it goes without saying that we should try to take atleast one of these assassin's alive for questioning. Though Lot is out of the question, his ability to possess others makes him to much of a liability to keep alive, he needs to die now or he'll continue to be a nuisance" Vasha said as they walked.
When they reached the wall that was supposed to be their way out Vasha simply sighed and walked past Zidane, not having the time to sit there and wait for him to figure out how to open the hidden passage.
"try not to take too long" Vasha said as he simply walked straight through the wall, and up the steps on the other side, leaving Zidane to figure out how to open the contraption on his own. By the time they reached the top of the steps Vasha was already standing in wait, watching the exchange as the bag of worms that was Lot burst free from the old man's chest and attacked the suitors. Despite having had ample time to intervene, having a several minute lead on Zidane and Amia's arrival, Vasha had decided to sit back and watch for a moment, to better analyze the assassin's techniques, and perhaps give him a chance to kill off the other suitors, less competition after all.
Unfortunately the queen's outburst meant there was no point in hanging back any longer, they'd notice them there eventually
"thank you very much! Your being protected by two people who specialize in STEALTH COMBAT! and you scream like an idiot to give away our position" the assassin harshly whispered, holding his wrist to keep himself from back handing the queen for being so stupid.
"I swear to god it's almost like you WANT you and your entire family to be murdered, Zidane slip past and grab the princess, I'll run distraction" Vasha grumbled as he walked out into view, not trying to hide.
"no wonder you kill anyone who sees your face, I wouldn't want anyone to know I'm that damn ugly either" Vasha taunted, drawing a dagger from his belt.
"oh, here's a thought. Since your so obviously my servant, why don't you give me a little bow? oh and some groveling too would be nice..." Vasha said as he drew closer.
"So grab a tank a mead,
raise you're favorite flask,
and give three cheers
to the man in the mask!"
"Everybody loves the Jester,
Everybody loves the Bard!
But be careful,
one slip up and you'll fall down hard!"