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Pressing himself tightly against the wall, he watched Robyn below scanning her room. Damnit Altair, you're getting sloppy. Blue eyes silently watched for several moments. He hadn't been hired to kill her, and her death would gain him nothing.
Her sword was proof enough that she was no lofty noblewoman. Altair wondered briefly on how much of a challenge she would be to overtake. He couldn't deny the thought of kidnapping her was tempting. The furnishings in her room were evidence enough on the possible wealth the manor held. She was his prey he decided. He would capture her at the right moment, but for now, he continued his game of leaving her in doubt of if someone actually had been in her room.
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