The figure watched, his hand travelling over the worn wood of the boulder in front of him. Darker figures moved behind him, the light dancing with a light breeze, framing their fearful faces, long shadows falling behind them.
Muffled steps echoed on cobblestone, the whisper of dark cloth brushing rough stone walls. Puddles reflected flickering torchlight, dark shadows creeping from a maze of alleyways.
Glancing swiftly around, the figure cocked his ear as he heard the sound of clanking metal plates close by, the shining metal glinting in the torchlight. Stiffening, he drew himself behind the boulder once more, putting a hand to his belt.
Growling in an undertone, he signaled behind him. "Stay here."
In a swift movement, he leapt from behind the boulder, a flash of silver in his hand.
After a series of muffled thuds, a whisper followed the arrival of the man once more.
"Off you go. There is a monastery not far from here. Do not stray from the path and" glancing behind him, he said with a slight smirk "avoid guards. I will remain here and keep a watchful eye."
Eyeing the bodies of the soldiers, he moved towards them, picking them up one by one, moving hem away from public sight.
Nodding noiselessly, the hooded figures departed, keeping to the shadows, their light footsteps fading as they quickly moved away from the site.