Thorn didn't much care for the actual goals of The Ebony Order, but he had been paid rather well to ensure that a particular nobleman didn't make it through his party. The man was absolute evil. He had a reputation for butchering slaves after he had his way with them at parties just like the one he was attending tonight. Though, the fact that he was evil didn't make the job any harder or easier. It was a job. He had killed the good if there could be such a thing in the capital, and bad alike.
The elven assassin was dressed in the same way as many of the other male dancers. For now, he was biding his time until he could go close to Lord Halic. The man had a taste for both men and women so he only had to choose his time correctly.
Thorn knew that The Order had sent other assassins though he didn't know who they were. His instructions were to kill the noble and make it as bloody as possible. He got paid regardless of who killed the noble, as long as he was dead before the end of the night.
He smiled, brushing a strand of white hair that had fallen in front of his face as a drunk noblewoman pulled him closer as she slowly traced one of the tattoed patterns on his chest. Each pattern inscribed on him meant something to his people, but all the Imperial Nobility saw was exotic looking symbols. He leaned down, whispering in her ear causing the woman to blush and pull away as she laughed.
The wine was pouring, and the festivities were well underway. The night was becoming an abstraction of reds, blues, greens and a kaleidoscope of colors that blurred together. Laughter and giggles intermingled with lewd comments and gestures. There was a fine line between decency and vulgarity, and most were toeing that line. The performers were surrounded - men or women - and the patrons of the party felt entitled to grope and reach for them.
She had come here as a wine server, forgoing being the center of attention for tonight. Her target was an easy enough to find man, but that was what made this job difficult. He was loud, he was big and he made a scene wherever he went. He was surrounded by several women at all times, and he had no qualms with openly fondling them. Currently, he had his hand around the lithe waist of a young girl no older than sixteen. She forced a smile, and it never reached her bruised eye that shone through despite being caked in paint.
Being a wine server allowed her to be a fly on the wall and be largely ignored, as she slinked through the crowd and allowed the guests to carelessly swipe a goblet from her tray. The music was loud, and she was light on her feet, shorter than most and with a small frame. She easily wove in and out through droves of people, cutting through the scent of sweat and oppressive amounts of perfumed oils.
Her target was guiding the teen with him away from the main hall and towards more private quarters. No one would bat an eye, and no one would question it. She watched him from behind, not making any moves just yet. It would be too obvious to tail him so close, and she kept her distance.
The exit would lead to a narrow hallway that had doors on both sides. It was critical that she spot which door he took, or the results could be disastrous.
Kissing the woman's neck, she groaned as he looked past her seeing his target leading a young girl away from the party. Now was his chance to get close and get the man alone so he could complete his task. He leaned upwards, lips lightly grazing the woman's neck before whispering in her ear that he would return in just a moment.
The drunken noblewoman let out a playful giggle, snorting slightly at the end as he slipped into the crowd. He wasn't trying to follow the man, instead, he walked on a collision course with him. He deftly grabbed two glasses of a clear liquid from a server and took the final steps towards the Lord.
Thorn lightly bumped the Lord, and the man turned, anger already in his eyes until he looked at the male servant who had crossed his path. "I'm sorry my Lord," he said looking down at the floor before looking up and meeting his eyes with his own light blue gaze. A smile played at the corners of his lips. It was a bold move, but he had been told the Lord enjoyed such boldness.
Halic eyed the young man, looking him up and down. "I suppose we will have to find some way for you to right your grave wrong-doing." the old nobleman said, voice slurred only slightly with intoxication.
"If one can't expect justice in the capital, where can he expect to find it." Thorn said as the old man began to lead both of them away towards the back. Thorn felt the knife tied to his leg as the older man pushed into a lavish back room filled with pillows and a large bed in the center.