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With a nod that he understood the man's directions, Kalenel committed all neccessary information to memory. He was off, cloak hood back upon his head, taking the quickest route to his home in the heart of the Southern Quarter. There he had stored a few supplies that would likely help him in his mission.
With his black mask now hidden within the folds of his cloak, the rogue preceded hastily toward the inn. He arrived with about a sixth of a candlemark to go and looked around for the best hiding place where he could observe both the bar and the house. If no spot could be found worthy enough, Kalenel would stick to the shadows on the other side of the street, his midnight black cloak about him.
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