Nothel couldn't smell the sweet smell of incoming death, but, he was excited nevertheless. Why? Because he was going to cause all the death. He was going to be the reaper for a rather large group of people today. Why? Money of course. He wanted to do a job and saw this one hung up on the job board. Good pay, and he had to remove debtors. Though, after conversing a short time with a rather fat factory owner, it came out to be a mob. Nothel didn't care, he would take care of them either way. The one problem though, was finding where these 'debtors' lived at. So, Nothel had to do a bit of staking out. He stayed at the factory for a few days until one of these debtors came by.
The 'debtor' has a viscous intent around him, he wore ragged clothes, and most definitely had a knife under that coat. That wasn't the problem. The problem was following him back towards his hideout. It took a while, but Nothel finally found where this mob hung out at. They had take over a warehouse and slightly fortified it for their nefarious deeds. They had people hanging out around it, most likely guards, and the more important ones inside. It was going to be a blood bath.
There stood Nothel, across the street in an alleyway from the warehouse, inspecting it. He was rather ready to commit mass murder, he was just summing up how many may be inside. Could be some, could be a lot, he didn't know. But, from the looks of things, there weren't many users of magic. Which means they were unarmed, or had some form of physical weapons. Physical weapons wouldn't hurt him too badly, and if they were unarmed, then it would be laughably easy.
He breathed a light sigh and grinned to himself. He was wearing his normal cloak over his inner clothes to cover his face. They couldn't see him in the alleyway, so he could strike anytime.