#idk if u have played dishonored but i can yell

[lncarnon]

@sorrowsick liked for a knife in the back,

Daud rarely found himself faced with competition. He was well aware others saw a big number on a board of faces and thought to themselves, what I would do with that coin, but few ever tried. Those who did, found out the hard way that tracking down a wanted person who knew they had a price on their head, would become convoluted quite quickly.

With nothing more than a brow arched upwards with a faint benign curiosity, the assassin waits until he is noticed. He feels like a right omen standing there within the line of shadow and moonlight through an uncovered window. Or, perhaps he is something of a demon, crafted with the arcane intentions of a bored black-eyed god. In his hand the signature blade he'd struck through officers, lopped off the head of religious zealots, and used to torture Overseers trying to cleanse his heresy. Fools, the lot of them.

"What a twist of fate," he comments on a dry tone. "I go to kill a killer, and find him already dead in a pool of his own entrails."

He notions with the tip of his short sword towards the likely still warm corpse, making a mental note of the figure hovering around the body, for his Whalers to investigate further upon.