Gobbo
Tactical Goat
It was a typical night in Greywald, cold and raining. The clock tower in the center of the city rang midnight, the bells cutting through the silence like a knife. Ethan stood on one of the rooftops, hood pulled low over his head. The leathers he was wearing was enough to protect from the rain, but the wind would still cut through his clothing. He resisted a shiver and glanced down at the odd piece of parchment he had received earlier that night. It had an odd symbol on the wax seal, one he had seen before but couldn't really place where he had seen it. The note told him to wait at the courtyard he was overlooking, and said nothing more. He didn't know why he was given it, or who sent it, but on a night like this it wasn't like he had anything better to do. Nearly everyone in the town had shut their houses up tight, so it wasn't really possible for him to make any extra money tonight. With a small sigh he tucked the note into a pouch on his belt, and carefully made his way down to street level.
He landed silently in an adjacent alley, pulling his cloak tighter around himself. The alleyways around here had a nasty habit of funneling the wind into invisible blades, and more than a few people had succumbed to hypothermia by sleeping there. He shivered and made his way to the courtyard, making sure he had a good look around before emerging from the dark of the alley. There was nobody there... He frowned a bit and took a seat on the driest bench he could find, up against the wall. He sat and pulled his hood further over his face, enough to hide his features but still keep an eye on the entire courtyard.
He landed silently in an adjacent alley, pulling his cloak tighter around himself. The alleyways around here had a nasty habit of funneling the wind into invisible blades, and more than a few people had succumbed to hypothermia by sleeping there. He shivered and made his way to the courtyard, making sure he had a good look around before emerging from the dark of the alley. There was nobody there... He frowned a bit and took a seat on the driest bench he could find, up against the wall. He sat and pulled his hood further over his face, enough to hide his features but still keep an eye on the entire courtyard.