10th Spring 511 AV
The annoying thing about surprises, Sasin decided, was that they snuck up on you, gave you a heart attack, and walked away like there was nothing wrong.
For what seemed like the millionth time, he glanced down at the paper in his hand. Non-humans rarely went unnoticed, and he hadn't been as careful as he should have been. He made a mental note to regulate his alcohol from then on. Just in case. It was too late, anyways. He was going to have to sleep with one eye open, and a hand on his knife. Petch, he was going to have to learn to use it in a fight.
There were so many ifs. If the man had learned of him on his own, he might be fine, but if he had learned it through others, he was going to have to stay on high alert. Information to the highest bidder, and all that.
He growled softly under his breath as he stopped in front of the door he had been directed to. Rapping his knuckles on the hard wood, he briefly considered just killing him, before dismissing it. No unnecessary risks.