Re: City of Dall
Niko silently nodded as the man showed him the sketched picture. Mages were always his least favorite targets, mostly due to how difficult it was to get past their barriers. Still, if they didn't feel threatened, a knife would go between their ribs as easily as those of any other man. Which shouldn't be a problem, since there wasn't a man in the world who was perpetually on guard. It was just a matter of finding out when he wasn't, and putting him down. The fact that he was supposedly planning something meant Niko was on a much shorter schedule than he would have usually liked, but for the money he was getting, it wasn't unreasonable to expect swift results.
All in all, the meeting was going swimmingly until the undead decided to drop in. Then, with his contact fleeing and an unknown number of skeletons, conjured from who knows where closing in on him, Niko does the only sensible thing a man in such a position would do. He left. The meeting had been at a place he was relatively familiar with, so on the way over he'd planned a few contingencies, as he always did whenever he went to such meetings. It was a practice among the guard to try and lure would-be criminals to the gallows via high-stakes deals, after all, and with a contract this lucrative, it wouldn't do not to be prepared.
So, when the living dead rose and approached him, Niko wordlessly watched his contact flee for a moment, briefly contemplating laughing for a moment before shaking his head, turning, and jumping up, his hands grasping the ledge of the landing above where he'd met the contact. With a quick hoist, he was raised up above the street, on the 2nd floor landing of the tavern which had been the backdrop for their meeting. The tavern had a gate connected to it, which Niko ran across without a moments hesitation, even though it was barely a foot wide, putting him on the roof of a small shop. The skeletons wouldn't be able to get to him up here, at least not immediately, and Niko already had his route planned out: Moving over the roofs across the town toward the safe house he'd left only an hour ago. The fact that he could take the rooftops meant that there were practically an infinite number of ways he could go. Once there, he'd have to assess the situation further to determine his next course of action, though ideally he would hole up there and let things blow over. No amount of money was worth his life, after all, and if this was what his target had been planning, it was a bit late to kill him in order to prevent it then, wasn't it?
