As Markus began to do his round he found a couple things which was going for him. The mansion, which was a lavish multi story building created of white stone, with an ornate but functional wall and large gate, was built too close to a series of trees, probably for aethstetic. However, in this case it gave him a way in.
Walking around, Markus found the second mistake. The guards Mr. Silverspoon had hired were, for lack of better terms, idiots. As far as he could tell, they would much rather sleep, talk, and drink then do their job.
Finally, after watching the house for a couple days Markus found the third nail in Mr. Silverspoon’s coffin. He was a notorious lecture. Despite the fact that multiple women had come forward with what he had done to them, he seemed to never get charged and as such had a posy of vexing rich girls who fawn over him, constantly at his side always looking for the next trinket, or bauble. This caused him to be a almost always in the limelight, as he tried to be in their sight, at least until he brought one to his bedroom. Which, lead to Markus’s first problem.
As far as he could tell, Mr. Silverspoon took a girl to his bed chambers every night, and seldomly was it the same one in a row. Upon further inspection Markus found his second problem. The grounds were protected by dogs. Low quality badly trained dogs, but still dogs.
As far as he could tell, the job would be all around average. If he could avoid the dogs, and the security he would be stuck with Mr. Silverspoon and whoever was sharing his bed.
With his rounds done, and Markus feeling relatively certain about his chances he decided to call it for the day, and wake up as the sun set. As usual, Markus found himself a hidden and relatively dry tree within one of the many parks of Crocus. Luckily for him, that was very easy to find, and as such he found himself having a good nights(days) rest. The best part about being nocturnal? No one questioned someone taking a nap in a park during the day. They were always too busy looking for vagabonds and homeless, dressed in rags and sleeping at night.
As evening set Markus found himself once more at the estate of Mr. Silverspoon. Standing in an ally near the house Markus pulled his hood over his head, and his scarf over his face. Once the link was completely his Shroud of Darkness activated and the scarf morphed covering his face. Anyone who was to look into the cloak would be met with only darkness, and since the rest of his body was covered, no marks or tattoos showing, he knew no one would know who he was.
Getting into the estate was quick work, the dogs seemed to get distracted by a cat or some other critter, and any who came too close were lost to him as he melded into the shadows, making himself undetectable. However, once he entered the Mansion things almost went south.
Looking around Markus found himself hiding in the shadows near the doors to the dining room. He knew the job had a secondary objective, and his best chance to complete it was before he took care of Mr. Silverspoon.
Markus walked into the room when he heard it, across the way, someone was in the kitchen… Markus waited, he stood in the darkest corner he could find and in the doorway he saw him. Mr. Laurence Silverspoon himself. He seemed to be rummaging around. After a few seconds Markus realised, he was getting food, it looked like apples, maybe some cheese, and a plate of crackers.
Markus smiled, this would be easier then he thought. Slowly he creeped forward about to make his move when he froze.Sitting, well more leaning, right next to the door was one of Mr. Silverspoons hired security, sleeping on the job.
Markus knew he had to be careful, he had to sneak past the guard and into the kitchen.
As he tiptoed across the room, staying to the shadows in the edges of the room, Markus got unlucky, a bang came from the kitchen, loud enough to wake the guard. Sounds like Laurence dropped a plate. Of course, he wasnt gonna make this easy.
He waited, he knew he was melded into the shadows, but in a room such as this it was an imperfect magic. If the guard looked at him, he would be caught.
Seconds passed, the guard scratched his nose, rubbed his hair.
Some more time passed, the guard closed his eyes. Markus still waited, the seconds turned into minutes, and every nerve in Markus’s body stood on end. Finally, the guards breath started to deepen, and a slight sound escaped his mouth. The guard was snoring, once more asleep.
He heard as Mr. Silverspoon left the kitchen. Markus signed, it seemed that he had missed his opportunity to finish him here and now. Markus creeped forward, and into the kitchen.
Along the northern wall he found what he was looking for, an ornate box with gold trim. Inside it he saw the famed “silver spoons” the Silverspoons family heirloom.
Quickly Markus placed the box into his pack, step one was over. Hopefully it only got easier from here.
<~~~~~"Only with Darkness can there be Light"~~~~~>