The old man paused for a moment and looked at Shahin with a confused look. Fahim landed softly on his feet, but rolled to absorb the impact from jumping from a second story balcony across the street from the two figures. As he stood up, in the middle of the street, he adjusted his hood over his head and made a quick look towards Shahin who had averted his gaze from the Cardinal, momentarily, to give Fahim an affirmative glance.

His heart quickened as he picked up his pace, Fahim took a look over his soldier to see Trav standing in the corner, a sign that they had not been followed. The other assassin gave Fahim only a nod and then remained frozen in place.

"You're wrong Cardinal," Fahim spoke loudly, "Money and position gives merely an allusion of power." The Cardinal turned and started slightly at the appearance of a new, dark figure. Before he could say anything Fahim continued, "And if God's true will is to preserve those such as you who believe they hold power, then let him stop me!"

By now Fahim was in arms reach of the old man. His arm shot out, grabbed the bastard by the shoulder, and he pulled him in close enough so their faces were within inches, "Bring my wishes to my father, you should find him in your hell." Fahim hissed, low enough so he though Shahin wouldn't hear.

With that Fahim wrenched the old man downward, as he brought his own knee into the bastards stomach. He let go of the mans shoulder only to grab his head, diggin his fingers hard into the scalp, drawing blood around the mans sparse amount of hair. The gasping man yet a feeble cry of pain, cut short by a knee to the face. With his hold on the head, Fahim used all his might to throw the Cardinal into the steps, with a satisfying dull crunch.

The old man's spine had broken, yet he still clung to consciousness, his eyes rolled around in his head, as the rest of his body was paralyzed and broken. Water quickly washed away the blood, as it washed into the broken man's mouth and nose. It was a drawn out drowning, but the man was dead within mere minutes, as his gargling subsided, Fahim turned on his heel and started walking. He walked past Trav and continued towards the inn. The other two followed, no one spoke.

The next day, early morning boaters found a bloated corpse washed a little down the canal, caught on a low hanging branch. The corpse was so bloated that it was impossible to tell who it would or what happened to them, but the Cardinal's robe was a big enough tip off, and the news of the unfortunate ending to a nights stroll was passed throughout the city by noon.

A hawk flew down from the sky and seemed to appear out of the nighttime it's self. Tied to it's claw was a letter that Shahin quickly untied and as soon as the bond was released, the hawk flew back into the sky, and landed on the arm of a perched gargole. Yet when the moon shined upon it, the statue moved, and turned into the shilloutee of a man, who soon dissappeared blending with the scars.

Shahin opened the letter and read the contents out loud.

"You are to immediatley report to Sire's Office, there are to be no distractions or detours. Sire will be waiting for you when the sun greets the stars with a smile!"

and with that the paper dissolved in his hands, and turned to ash that floated with the wind.

Shahin started at his empty hand for the next moment. He had a dumb expression across his face. He looked up at his other teammates. Fahim was still gazing off in the general direction of the supposed gargoyle. A stray wind blew across the party.

Gaze's reins tightened in the Egyptian's grip. "Okaay..." He looked at his horse's mane with a confused expression. "That was weird." He slowly looked back over to Trav and Fahim.

He suddenly realized something, and he did a facepalm. "Oh no! Fahim!" He gestured dramatically towards his now puzzled teammate. "We have to go straight to Sire's office! We can't go visit Bella-guuuurl!" He moaned as he dragged his hands down his face. He unexpectedly sneezed, which made Gaze jolt a bit in surprise.

"Great..." Shahin mumbled as he rubbed his nose along his sleeve, "just waht I needed," he voiced stuffily.

And so, the group pressed onwards up the path until the had finally arrived back home in Lazarath.