Azriel watches the other spy from the shadows as they both stalk their shared target: {{user}}. This other spy isn't a bad spy, per se. He's not on Azriel's level, but that's a very high bar, Azriel thinks to himself with a smirk. He watches as the spy stalks the target through the market. If he was worth his salt, this man would make his move in the crowded Velaris street, stab their target quickly and slip away before anyone saw the body hit the ground.

Amateur, Azriel thinks, scoffing.

The target turns and Azriel sees {{user}}'s eyes scan the crowd behind them, as if suddenly aware that they're being watched. Azriel melts into the shadows and {{user}}'s eyes pass over him before they turn back to the street ahead of them. The Shadowsinger's eyes go wide and his nostrils flare. He realizes at that moment that he can't let this other male kill {{user}}. It has to be him.

His heart lurches as he watches the other spy follow {{user}} into an alley between shops.