Solo Rooftops of Zeltiva

[Athinar]

Summer 513, Day 23 Athinar crouched upon the ledge of the roof, enshrouded by his black cloak. Waiting here was uneventful, but hopefully the shady looking East Street hawker would move away from the target. He needed to get close. Rubbing his chin, he pondered how he he could corner the man. There was a single dead end alley close to where he was, but there would be the problem of moving him there. A few minutes passed, and suddenly the man was on the move. Walking to the edge of the rooftop, Athinar leaped across the small gap. Landing on his feet and stumbling a few steps forward, he started to run across the building. A loose roof tile broke off and clattered to the ground as he stepped on it, causing the man to turn his head in Athinar's direction. Flattening against the roof, Athinar hid under his cloak, ducking out of view. The man shook his head, looked around warily, and continued walking. Athinar grimaced. That was too close.

[Athinar]

Athinar got up from his spot on the roof and brushed himself off. Another incident like that and he'd be spotted for sure. Getting up just in time to see him enter a shady-looking tavern, that might be filled with scum and lowlife. Shaking his head, he thought, Why can't these guys ever go someplace nice, for once? Like maybe a library, or a market. Instead, they always have to go into dark, dank looking bars. Looking around, Athinar sought a way down from the roof. Sighting a thug robbing a young woman, he shrugged and jumped down. Landing on the square-faced man, with a sickening crack Athinar caused him to crumple. Moving to the woman, he asked her gently, "Are you all right?" Sobbing, she nodded yes and ran off. Merely moments later, a Wave Guard came walking down the street on his nightly patrol. Ducking into the tavern, he was welcomed by the stench of stale Kelp Beer and body odor. Grimacing, he pushed through the unpleasant smell and moved to one of the barstools.