Two figures edged along the side of the inn, bathed in the thin, silvery light of the moon. Lisaria moved confidently down the narrow ledge with the practiced ease of an experienced burglar. {{user}} clung to the wall behind her.

The courtyard below was silent, empty of any would-be witnesses. Only the inn's cat was awake, it's dark fur blending in with the night shadows.

Lisaria was intent on their goal: Sir Utrenal, a renowned Half-Elven knight who served in the neighboring kingdom of Alamandria. It was imperative she and {{user}} reach him. He had information they needed, information about the fabled amulet of Chuspita,

Lisaria edged around a gabled window, secure on her tiny foothold. They were nearing the end of the building. Lisaria gestured for silence and crept to the last window. It was open, and the Moon Elf dropped noiselessly into the room, sliding behind the heavy brocade drapes that flanked the window. There was no sound in the room, no sign of an intruder.

Holding her breath, Lisaria glided over to the bed and lay her finger's on the knight's neck. "Too late," she groaned softly.