My name is Faidz. I don't know when I died, all I know is that I was 25, and for the last 50 years I've been working for Sylvanas and her Forsaken. I'm an assassin, and a damned good one at that. 50 years is a lot of time to hone and perfect your skills. I take the jobs no other assassins will take, like the one I'm on now. I'm in Stormwind City, on the roof opposite the house of my target. His name is Renn. Deziel Renn. An Alliance politician and an activist supporting the Alliance going to war against the Horde. My superior thinks this is a problem, and he needs to be taken care of. The other assassins don't like missions like this. Deep in enemy territory, one chance to get it done or you're dead. This is how I live. This is what I do. I'm an assassin.

I looked up into the cloudy night sky. Perfect, no moon, no stars, just darkness. My best friend. My eyes moved back to the balcony I was previously watching. Renn would be in that room shortly, his guests left not too long ago. I needed to get this done tonight. I hated being this deep in Alliance territory, but it paid good, and with Seliena on my side, I could do it twice as fast as anyone else.

I had to hand it to Seliena this time. She had got me the target's address, description and almost everything else there is to know within two days. I didn't want to know how she did it, but she impressed me.

Let me tell you about Seliena. She's my accomplice, she gets the information that is too risky for me, or if it's too risky for me to be in a certain place. She is also a master of disguise, this time she posed as an ambassador for the Kirin Tor in order to get into Stormwind, and to get close to Renn. Apparently he has a soft spot for Blood Elves, too.

I pressed up against the chimney I was hiding behind and prepared for action as the lights downstairs dimmed, and one made its way upstairs. He was coming upstairs. I watched as he stood out on his balcony and took a deep breath of the summer air, unaware of the eyes watching him from across the street. I silently thanked the hot summer nights of Elwynn Forest as he extinguished the candle he had used to light his way to bed and stepped back inside, leaving the doors wide open, allowing the breeze into his room.

I made one final check of my gear. Gloves are OK, each of the tiny blades strapped to my body was secure, the woollen pads on the bottom of my boots were secure, the metal straps that kept my boots together when I activated them were secure, and all of my gadgets and gizmos were ready for action, if the situation arose. I tucked my cloak into the back of my belt, it was good for hiding, but not so good when you needed to be fast, it got in the way. Finally, I pulled out the red mask I wore and tied it around the bottom half of my face. Partly to cover up my lack of a bottom jaw, but mostly because I now looked like a member of the Defias Brotherhood, a disguise I wore to ensure that the Horde were not suspects for each of my attacks, in the event of a witness, of course.

I quickly calculated the distance between his roof and mine, about two metres. I love Stormwind's narrow streets. I ran and jumped to his roof, everything around me was lost for a split second as the wind rushed past my ears, and Renn's house grew closer. I grasped at the external wooden framework that the Human's loved in their architecture, steadying myself before moving over to the balcony. I pulled myself up, and quickly darted into his room as a gust of wind blew through the street. I had to quickly duck as the sound of something fragile shattering echoed around the room, waking Renn from his sleep.

I grasped at the goggles around my neck and pulled them over my eyes. You've got to love the goblins; they invented a device that lets a person see at night. I watched Deziel sit up groggily, rubbing his eyes. The doors creaked as the wind blew them, the curtains billowing into the room.

"Fucking wind", the politician muttered in Common, pulling the covers off and stepping out of his bed.

I slowly drew my dagger, thankful for the woollen lining of the sheath which made drawing the blade quieter, and moved behind the human as he closed the doors to the balcony. A slight gasp escaped his lips as he turned, impaling himself on my dagger. I felt his warmth seep through my glove as his blood flowed out of the wound. His eyes looked straight ahead, widened with fear and surprise at his unseen assailant. My hand covered his mouth as his breathing increased, his body trying to survive. I pushed the small dagger in further and wrenched it upwards. That had to have ruptured something. He staggered backwards, one hand reaching out to the darkness, the other clutching his midsection. The sound of blood trickling on the floor filled the room as he stumbled into one of the chairs in his room, one final gasp coming from his mouth before a sickening death rattle brought silence to the darkness.

Footsteps caught my attention, and a dim orange light flickered under the door.

'Shit', I thought as I hurried to the balcony door, wrenching the handle open and pulling myself onto the roof.

I stopped to listen to who had almost caught me; Seliena wouldn't be getting away with this. Her haste had almost cost me my life, and it will certainly hinder my getaway.

"Daddy, is everything ok?" Came a muffled voice. The door creaked open. "I thought I heard something brea-".

A high pitched scream rang through the narrow streets; I looked down to see at least seven guards rushing into the house.

"There! There! On the roof!" I looked to see an elderly woman at her window, pointing at me and screaming hysterically.

I turned and ran as a guard started hauling himself up onto the roof. Panic gripped me as I looked down when hopping from one roof to another, there must have been at least ten guards down on the street level too. This was going to be tough. I ran the guards on a big loop, until I recognised the rooftop I had watched Deziel from. I leapt back from Renn's roof to the one over the street, quickly formulating my plan mid leap. I quickly hopped down into the alleyway I had used to get up onto the roof, bouncing from wall to wall on my way down to steady myself. I landed on the stone floor and sprinted out into the street, the guards from the floor hot on my heels.

I turned onto a bridge, quickly realising my mistake, they had me trapped. Guards on both sides of the bridge. They seemed to sigh in relief; they knew I wasn't going anywhere. They slowly approached, weapons drawn.

"Do you know what happens to Defias scum like you?" One of them asked, his sword glinting in the orange glow of Stormwind's streetlights.

"You go to the keep. Tortured for days until you give us what we want, or until you go mad." Another sneered.

"Aren't you going to fight back?" Taunted one of them, "you've lead us on this chase and now you're going to give up?"

I acted faster than either of the guard's reflexes could keep up with. I kicked the closest guard to me and threw a smoke bomb into the floor. I ducked under a slash I wasn't sure would come, but ducked all the same and dived into the river, hoping the confusion on the bridge would cover the splash. I swam to the entrance of Stormwind, idly loitering in the water, I just needed Seliena's distraction to lure these guards away, and then I could escape to my refuge in the forest until morning. I didn't know what kind of distraction she had planned, but after her lack of information, it had better work.

The sound of an explosion shook the quiet night air, and somewhere in the Trade District a pillar of smoke and flames billowed into the air. I almost grinned as the guards posted at the entrance rushed into the city, and I pulled myself out of the water and jogged back to the barn I was staying in. I made sure that the owners of the farm were asleep before I entered the barn and climbed into the hayloft, removed my weapons and waited patiently for Seliena.

After about twenty minutes she stumbled into the barn, a big grin plastered on her face. I dropped down and pulled my mask off.

"Whoo! What a distraction!" she almost yelled.

"Keep it down!" I whispered angrily.

"What's eating your maggots, huh?" The Blood Elf asked me.

"What?" I seethed. "Maybe the fact that I was almost caught, and had to escape from damn near the whole of Stormwind fucking City!" I yelled in my own distinct dialect of Gutterspeak.

"Well don't get in a strop at me because your skills are getting rusty," She replied in her own Gutterspeak, riddled with the Blood Elven accent.

"My skills!" I fumed. "More like your incompetence!"

"How the fuck is you getting caught my fault?" She asked, her own temper rising.

"Because you failed to tell me about his daughter!"

"His…his daughter?" The Blood Elf asked, shocked.

"How the fuck did you not find out about his daughter?" I continued, "I had my dagger inside him as she came upstairs…I had to bolt faster than I'd like to do again, then I got chased all around fucking Stormwind, and I had to fucking swim out of there!"

Seliena sat down, her head in her hands. "How did I miss that?" She asked, not directed at anyone particular.

"Because you rushed", I answered, "It was partly my fault though, I wanted to be in and out as soon as possible, so that put a lot of pressure on you. Anyway, the distraction worked, and we're both safe, and Renn is dead, so it's all good. By the way, what did you blow up? And how did you blow it up that much?"

"Their bank." She grinned at me. "It took some doing, but I used my Kirin Tor disguise to get a load of explosives from the Engineering shop, told them I wanted to open an account there, put it all in, and just stayed in my vault, pretending to be organising it until I needed to blow it, lit the fuse then ran out of there."

"Well, it was pretty clever, so congrats to you on that one." I said, the mood lifting slightly. "If I could, I would have grinned, but you know, no bottom jaw."

She giggled as she stood up, and then looked at me. "Want me to stay around tomorrow; I'll get you a newspaper. It's been a good night for Stormwind, the Defias killing one of their officials and an attack on their bank. They're gonna have a lot of cleaning up to do."

I nodded and climbed back into the loft, I stretched and then laid on a pile of hay as I watched Seliena take off her Kirin Tor robes and lay down, pulling a blanket over her. I closed my eyes and lay my head against the soft hay, looking forward to getting my exploits translated back in Dalaran.