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Xandra stepped carefully over the bodies of the unconsious guards and into the courtyard. She took off the hood of her cloak, which she had used to hide her identity when she approached the guards and gripped the halter of her mare. The stolen horse, which she had renamed Nightdancer nickered softly. Xandra hushed the mare and began to walk towards the stables. She pressed herself and she horse against the wall as a groomsman left the stable. She quickly led Nightdancer into the building and walked up and down the stalls. She found a horse similar to Nightdancer and led it out of the stall. She slapped it's rump and let it race outside. Nightdancer trotted happily into the stall and Xandra climbed into the hayloft, yawning and streaching on the soft straw.

Xandra's eyebrows twitched as she heard a noise outside. She stealthily jumped out of the hay loft and peered out of the door, watching an assasin kill his employer. She frowned slightly with disgust. People heard about that kind of thing, it would be hard to find work if word got out that you got killed after hiring an assasin. That would probably affect her potential customers as well. She resisted the urge to spit at him and returned into the stable, not as quietly as she would have liked.

Xandra gritted her teeth as the other assasin simply let himself be seen killing the man. He was probably unexperienced, but his mistakes would waver people's trust in hired killers. Xandra frowned and walked out of the stable and blended in with the shadows. She hugged the walls as she made her way over to the man. She went to the back of the house he was sitting on and climbed up. She snuck up behind him, deggers drawn. She touched one to his back, muttering, "I'd suggest that you jump off this house, so we can have a quiet conversation."

Xandra quickly jumped down beside him and pressed her blade against his throat. "First of all, I'm not a human. I'm an elf." She spat. "And secondly, I'd advice you to be more secretive while doing your work. Your idiotic mistakes will affect real assasins, like me."

"Ha! You call yourself a good assasin?" Xandra said scornfully, yanking her hand out of his grip, the dagger nicking his throat. "I don't think a good assasin would simply kill his employer for temporary wealth. And I am not mixed. I'm all elf, and don't you forget it." She lied about her race. She really didn't know what her father was, she'd never met him. Her mother was an elf, or at least she had been.

Xandra kicked out with her foot and hooked her ankle around the mercinaire's. She pulled sharply tripping him and freeing her self. She stepped back and picked upo her dagger. "I'm going to leave now that I know you arent an assasin." She said blandly.

Xandra stopped, her back to the mercinare. She chuckled softly, turning to face him. As she turned, the hand that was not visible took a throwing knife off the side of her leg. When she was fully facing the man, she flung her dagger with alarming accuracy, aiming for his bowstring.