Spring 14, 124
It was late afternoon and the leaves overhead made for quite dim lighting, for humans at least. Sjal was walking through a seedy part of town, trying to keep to herself. She was here to find some information, specifically the name of someone named Tralj, who had been openly hostile to the idea of women being sent over to Caelum's settlement. So, her job was simple – eliminate him.
She knew that the man frequented the area, but outside of that she was mostly on her own. She'd been entrusted with this task as her first assassination and while she didn't have any qualms with killing, she wasn't too comfortable with taking out a fellow human. Still, she had little choice in the matter. There was no doubting that her target could evolve into more than a mild annoyance.
Sjal stuck to alleyways, circling around increasingly familiar areas until she found a couple of brutes who were drinking together by some crates. She walked up to them, saying, "I'm looking for Tralj. Any idea where I can find him?" only to get laughed at. It wasn't until she put a hand on her katana did one of them start to take her a little more seriously.
"What's someone like you want with him anyways?"
"That's between me and him. Are you going to tell me or not?"
"No, probably not with that attitude."
Sjal grunted and looked up and down the alley to see if she would have any trouble if she kicked things up a notch. She wasn't too worried about making trouble. She was confident in her ability to 'acrobatics' her way out of this place. But she didn't want to get caught off guard by magic – perhaps the one thing that she wasn't equipped to handle at the moment.