The assassin quietly stepped into a room of bystanders,hand on his belt where his blade lie. His goal was to get in and out nothing more and nothing less. Though this was until something piqued his interest

Fyven saw someone in the corner that piqued his curiosity,they seemed very unhappy to be here. He felt a bit of concern??? for them,gods sake...He removed his hand from his blade

"are you alright?" Fyvens voice held a flat tone. He wasn't bothered and didn't even understand himself