'They have slowed down. I saw a messenger kite fly into their carriage earlier; I'm sure they have gotten the news. Their current location is...' a man hidden in the shadows wrote skillfully on a rough patch of brown paper with what appeared to be a rock.
After writing he then attached this piece of paper to the foot of a small black bird before releasing it, allowing it to deliver his message.
He was dressed in sodden gray wool and shadowy, oiled leather, its colors muted to match the rain-slick stone.
The same stones that he used for cover as he watched the convoy advance, his breath slow, quiet only moving when he had to.
He had the kind of weathered face you'd see and forget in a crowd, his glowing red eyes lacking any discernible intensity.
He wore no protective armor, just layered cloths to muffle sound, a knife striped to his ribs, hidden until drawn.
