Garrett strolled down a place similar to Black Alley, completely out of the way of Stonemarket, and took a glimpse at the thug who was wandering parallel to him. He wore black clothing, and had a rather nasty looking dagger at his side, accompanied by a fat purse. Right as Garrett passed the man, he cut the purse from the thug's belt, and pushed it into his cloak. He walked into the first shop, and closed the door silently behind him. He stayed in the shadows for a bit to check the place out. The Fence reminded him a lot of Heartless Perry, being very wide, and having slouching shoulders. Obviously the man had had a very boring career, and the trips that the Watch would pay, who were daring enough, were starting to ware him out. Garrett took one step out of the darkness and was stopped short as he heard the window shatter and saw the man fall dead to the floor.
Deja vu, he thought.
He stepped back into the shadowed corner next to the door and waited. All he heard were a couple of guys laughing, and soon one of them spoke.
"Are you sure that was Garrett?" A gruff sounding guy asked.
"Of course, he's just gained a few pounds, I think?"
"Good, let's get going then."
Garrett was a little disturbed by the whole situation. This is exactly what had happened the night he wanted to check out a Hammerite church, but was stopped short when he discovered someone was trying to assassinate him. Instead of putting an arrow in his head, they had killed a Fence by accident. He scoffed and went out the door to follow the thugs.
Pretty soon they had led him into another alley way, and had stopped to make sure they weren't being followed. Stalking them had been easy, and their actions were very predictable. They always slowed down before they would turn around and check things out, and then they would be on their way. This time they had stopped to take a little nip at the bottle. If there was one thing Garrett liked more than tailing assassins, it was tailing drunk assassins. They got up, looking a bit tipsy, and led him South. They were staying on the streets, not very smart of them, they're sure to be followed on the main roads.
After a few minutes and turns, they were out of the common neighborhoods, and into the more wealthy areas, a sign that they were getting close to the mansions and castles. They were in the East part of Auldale, near where the Dantes families lived in their towering castles. There were four of them, that stood next to each other. Rumor was that they got along very well, so they decided that they should live right next door to put those rumors into favor. Garrett hesitantly followed them past all of the mansions, they didn't turn around ever again, deciding that no one was brave enough to follow men like them, and the Dantes manors came into view. They towered above, and reminded him more of cathedrals rather than noble castles. The thugs took a sharp turn into the front of one of the castles, surprising Garrett. He had never even met any of these nobles, and yet they had enough of a grudge against him to send out thugs to kill him. This particular castle happened to belong to the richest of the family.
Garrett let them be on their way, and entered, finding himself in a plush courtyard. A fountain elegantly trickled in the middle of a green lawn, and exotic flower beds lined the stone walk ways. He heard a gate close behind him, and considered himself lucky for having perfect timing. Glowing mushrooms lit up the walkways in a soft, bright blue, and above all of this beauty was a tiny balcony overlook with a lone archer standing watch. That wasn't his only form of protection, though, a sword dangled from his belt. The Dantes didn't skip details when it came to protecting their precious homes, but he knew that they were driven by more than just trinkets and nobility. They also cared about the safety of their family, and were willing to kill for them.
He looked around and smiled. They had sent out assassins to keep him away from this place, a wise thing, and he would be sure to pay them back for their hospitality.