[Carrûn]

Awyrgan's dark thoughts were interrupted by the shift in his companions footsteps. Turning towards her, he saw her gesture towards the rooftops of a distant set of building. On them, a man paced back and forth. He grinned slightly when he realized that Rochelle had noticed the figure before he had. His own eyes confirmed that it was no innocent citizen of Dol Amroth. He wished it was, and briefly remembered his own nighttime walks on the city walls in bygone days.

Rochelle was at his side whispering, bringing him back to the present. He had not noticed her bow before. He looked again towards the man in the distance. "He who dares wins," he murmured as a half prayer to Eru. He considered their options. The building was fairly close, he could reach it in about a minute. The wall was too high to climb, but...he drew the curved knife from his boot. Changing his mind, he replaced it and pulled a straight-edged one from his belt. He produced a thin curl of rope from his cloak and tied the knife to the rope with a strong square knot.

Turning back to Rochelle he spoke quietly, enunciating the words as smoothly as his could with the gruff whisper. "Give me about a minute and then fire." An arrow was already notched on her bow as he speed off towards the target.

Reaching the building, he pressed himself against the wall and slowly drew out the knife with the rope attached. An arrow suddenly came whistling through the air, striking the man in the neck. He made no sound, but toppled slightly. Stepping out, Awrygan sent the knife soaring up in an arch. The weight of the weapon sent the cord around the man and caught. With a tug, the man came crashing to the ground; but the green-eyed man caught him on the way and no sound was made. A second knife was in Awrygan's hand but he did not need it; the arrow had done its job. Pulling the man behind a building he hurried back to Rochelle. "Follow me - quickly."

They moved with speed through the darkened city for some time until the man slowed. Resting against a wall he handing Rochelle her arrow back. "A fine shot. Still, I thought it best to put some distance between us and the scene. The warehouses are close now, a few hundred yards that way." He motioned briefly with his hand. "I hope to be in and out before the sun rises."