A light drizzle began to fall as you carefully navigated the slender stone alleys on your way to the meeting place. It wasn't very cold out, but you kept a thick blue cloth wrapped around your nose, mouth and neck to hide your identity. It was fortunate that you were passing through a particularly seedy part of town, otherwise you might look a tab suspicious. You still didn't know why the meet up had to be scheduled for the early afternoon instead of at night, though you did know better than to question your superiors, especially after they were gracious enough to give you an invite into their guild.
For most people it was hard to be accepted by their chosen guild and required many hours of hard work and labor, though with enough determination almost anyone could join up sooner or later if they had a little talent and patience. Not so with the elusive Dimir guild, of which barely anyone knew anything about. Most people never even notice when a Dimir agent passes by them on the street and getting invited into this exclusive club of rouges was an honor by itself.
You made a sharp turn and passed by an old inn that had been collapsed by a Gruul raid a few weeks back and then headed straight for an old temple on the edge of the outskirts of the wildlands where nature still had a reasonably strong hold of the land over the city. "I'm getting dangerously close to rival territory." you thought to yourself as you clutched the small dagger affixed to your belt. Hopefully, the Dimir contact wouldn't keep you waiting too long...
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