It was going to be a full time job watching this one.

Aeras Diuri was lucky that he had brought his master's Invisibility Ring. Without it, the Breton would of exposed himself to the Argonian after he disposed of the dreugh. He guessed that the Argonian, Idruug his papers had said, had never been to, or seen creatures from Vvardenfell. It was a good thing for Aeras that the scout had tried to save him, it would allow Aeras to follow them without having to worry to much about keeping him safe. He could still hear his master's vioce in his head.

"Remember Aeras," he had said, "this one isn't like any of your other clients, you will not be murdering him. I've heard a rumor that the Temple is getting riled up over the prophecy again, they think that he is the Nerevarine, fools." His master, Clartof, had been pacing about all day.

"Why is this Argonian so important?" Aeras had asked. "You don't actually believe that he is the Nerevarine, do you?" Aeras had never seen his master so upset before, not since he had assisted Dagoth Ur in killing St. Nerevar those many years ago. Yes, Clartof was old, so old that some would call him immortal. He had been given many lives from Dagoth Ur for his services. But there was a catch, he still felt the pian of age. He had gotten as used to it the best he could, but Aeras could tell that he was in constant agony.

Clartof turned to his faithfull apprentice. "No Aeras, I do not believe that Nerevar has been re-incarnated, nor that he ever will. But I do, however, believe that he is of special regard to the Temple." His words were delivered softly, it appeared that he too was greatly interested in this creature, so Aeras could not decline.

"I will shadow him Master," Aeras said, "I will not kill him, but I will find out his purpose in Vvardenfell." It was the same every time. Clartof would only send him out on missions that required extreme delicacy.

"Thank you Aeras," Clartof replied softly, "the Shivi Tong owes it's grattitude to you." It was true. The entire Shivi Tong was in danger of exposure four months ago. It was Aeras who silenced those who had seen to much, and allied with those who could keep quiet.

The Shivi Tong had always been behind the scenes of Vvardenfell's history. They. besides the Tribunal, were the only ones that knew of the dwarven city Heirtoll, the Dithrewz Tunnel, the locations of all the Ash Vampires, and even Dagoth Ur's creation of corprus. No other guild knew of their presence, aside from the members that Aeras had placed within the other guilds.

The Argonian was moving.

He and the scout were walking back to the tradehouse. Aeras was glad that he had not been spotted earlier. The truth was that he had been granted elemental magic from a traveling mage. He had helped the mage fend off some rouge guars. In return for his assistance, the mage gave him the magic. It was only after that, when Aeras pulled his dagger from it's sheath and slit the mages throat. He really couldn't explain to the mage of his intentions. He had been one of Aeras' targets. He took the mage's robe, and tossed his body in the nearby sea. And as he stand there, watching the body of the poor mage being shredded to pieces by the slaughterfish, he realized that one day, he too would be thrown to the ravenous fish. It was the way of all assassins. He only had to make it last.

Keeping on his ring, he left the area, and headed over to a nearby house, scaled the wall to the roof, cut a hole with his dagger, and jumped inside. The occupant had little time to realize what was happening before her eyes exploded on the edge of the dagger. He firmly placed his hand over the Dunmer's mouth as to avoid alerting the guard to his presence. After waiting to see the other eye of the woman roll up into her skull, he proped her up by the wall, and took off the ring. Idruug and his scout would not leave untill morning, so, after patching up the hole to keep out of the rain, Aeras had some time to catch up on lost sleep.

He looked over to the bloody woman's corpse, flies had already started to gather. The buzzing wasn't what bothered him, it was the fact that she was the seventy-fourth non-target that he had killed. He had completly lost count of his authorized kills. Her face unnerved him, the woman's dark grey face would haunt his dreams tonight, as all of his kills did. No voices, just the look of death staring him down. It was a drawback to his work indeed, but he enjoyed watching them die. He had even made it sort of a game, trying to be more creative with his work. But the night wouldn't last forever.

And the nightmares couldn't stop him. Never.