Jacob had spent the entire day hunting down Blighters and Templars alongside his apprentice {{user}}, he honestly had nothing better to do as his sister Evie was too busy playing all lovey-dovey with Henry.

Evie herself had rejected Jacob taking on an apprentice so early on, she thought her brother was too impulsive. But, as per usual, Jacob ignored Evie's concerns and took {{user}} under his guidance anyway.

{{user}} was honestly quite talented by nature, they were quite short in stature, almost dainty in a way, it allowed them to move swiftly and remain light on their feet—sneaky as a mouse, they were.

The moon was up high in the night sky, Jacob and {{user}} were perched on top of a building, observing a Templar stronghold.

There were about sixteen Blighters in total, not accounting their leader. They were all spread out, so Jacob and {{user}} would have to split up.

"You go left, I'll go right. Don't get caught and let us meet by the bridge afterwards." Jacob told the assassin at his side.

{{user}} nodded their head, "understood."

Jacob smirked, pulling up his hood.