For days Scar Slyvador had researched the Ravenglass estate at the public record keepers building. He now knew the layout like the back of his hand. He had also researched the daughter of the nobleman in a different way. There was a lot money could buy. As for him he'd bought a prostitute along with some proper noblewoman clothes. A red head beauty with a hot body and an elegant face. Her green eyes were full of mischeif and wit. She was just sharp enough to fit in with the snobbish women of Reavador. The past week she'd frequented the ever so famous upperclass Reavdador tea time meetings and conversed with Nadine Ravenglass. Easiest work ever done. Even with "keeping him company" during the night's. He smirked. Today he was dressed half elegant. Playing his role as Edward Euthania at the party on the Ravenglass estate. He had learned the party was to celebrate the success of Marcion ship building company. AlaineNahRowboats and Vessels and he was slowly making his way to Marcion. Scar Sylvador had snuck into more elegant parties than this, but this was still a noble man's party. A long table decorated the side of the room. Ceavainian wines sat in rows with elegant Sizariann style wine glasses from over sees. Small local desserts dotted the elegant table cloth. Scar poured a glass of wine with a sturdy hand.
Music floated up from the background of the great room and the music was just the beginning as the space was lit with colored candlelight and dancing smokeshadows that spun and floated away with the breeze of the warm outdoor air. Only the rich could afford boddled magic and they used it for cheap party tricks. He shook off his suddenly brooding mood and slipped into the respectfully nervous appearance of Edward Euthania- a middle class man with no business at a noble man's festivities. He stood at Marcio's back, wine glass in hand. He straightened his attire and cleared his throat softly.
Marcio turned surprised look lit his face.
"Edward? That was your name was it not?"
"Indeed Mr. Ravenglass." He did a half bow and waited for the man's reaction to his presence. Expectedly, he flushed, annoyed and bewildered at the young man's boldness.
"Pardon me, but what in the hell do you think your doing here young man. This is utterly inappropriate of you. Why you are a middleclass..."
Without further explanation he produced the ring from his front pocket halting Marcio's speech. As expected the man flushed in embarrassment and before he could so much as mumble an apology Scar pushed a drink into his hand.
"I grabbed you a drink sir."
He turned the ring in the light.
" I found this shortly after I parted ways with you in the marketplace. Ofcourse I had no idea that it was yours until I took it to a jeweler two days ago, and now here we are."
He extended his arm. Marcion slipped the ring on his finger and thanked him, he invited him to stay and enjoy the festivities. After Edward gracially excepted his invitation Marcion visably relaxed and began sipping his wine. Wine that unbeknownst to him had a safe but gradually potent sedative. It would take about an hour to kick in and shortly after Marcion Ravenglass would be in desperate need of his bed.
The party reminded him of his training in the silver city. For two years his father had sent him away to learn to fend for himself. He had survived off pickpocketing and deception. He had been fourteen, and when he came back he had undergone his assassin training. His face became shadows thinking of it.
Tonight he was sticking to the shadows of the party; watching the crowd. He could guess which fat little man had the most money by the heavy coin pouch tucked in their vest. A slight adjustment ever few hours gave them away, along with their stuck up attitude. He wasn't here to pick pockets tonight though. Tonight he was looking for his mark Nadine Ravenglass. He searched the halls for a women with raven black hair, and golden skin, and rare violet eyes. Her eyes would be what gave her away. They were rare after all.
He had almost given up when he finally strolled to the gardens by the stableyard. He could hear a quiet voice ringing soft and clear rhythms of a Sizariann nursery rhythm. The voice was enchanting as if floating in magic dust. For a moment he thought it was indeed magic until he crept into the shadowed stable door. He was unprepared to see her, for even from behind she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her voice crashed into him softly as if greeting him; happily rid of the wall that had been between them. She sat on a cobblestone bench with a dark oak plank in fine silks of salmon and black lace. Her graceful fingers weaved up into her hair as she braided it loosely around her head. Her right hand lightly touched the bench and then pinned a glass fastener into her hair. Her singing softly fell in volume until she was humming. She rose, like a woman beginning a dance and her delicate shoulders and her straight back gave way to curving hips and a generous bossom. Her legs were long but she was still a head shorter than himself. Her hands came up to cup the snout of a beautiful black stallion, and his brain started working again. Please don't have violet eyes he thought. He leaned casually up against the barn wall and when she turned a hand flung up to her heart. He smirked even as his heart plummeted. Her eyes were the most beautiful shade of violet and grey.