The moon hung high in the sky, casting its pale light across the city. Everything stood in stark shadow or light, the dividing line between as sharp as the edge of a knife. Or a sword, as they case may be. Some parts of the city remained lively at this time of night, but this was not one of them. The better class of people tended to avoid being out when the stars shone in the heavens, leaving this time to the thieves and muggers. The woman moving through the streets invited no muggers or thieves. The sinuous way she moved was enticing, deliberately so - there might have been people watching, after all - but the manner in which she carried herself, beyond hat, was alert. The blade on her back gleamed in the moonlight, a deadly instrument with a certain degree of gravitas, one that spoke the language of the criminal quite well: leave me alone, or we will meet up intimately. She didn't move alone, of course. Another trailed just behind her, a man wearing light chain and with a short sword at his hip. He moved with a certain grace as well, that of a trained fighter. Both of them were on a mission. Certain...transgressions had yet to be paid for, properly. Their prey was particularly elusive, which is not unsurprising considering the line of work the bastard was in. Criminals, especially ones at the heads of such powerful criminal families, had need to hide themselves. From enemies, from the authorities, and from people like them. There was a bounty on this man's head, but this was personal, the money a secondary consideration. The Inner City seemed a strange place to find a den of thieves of any stripe, but it was precisely where the upper crust of the great criminal houses could be found. They pretended at being nobility or wealthy merchants, but all of their power, influence, and wealth was gained through less than honest means. Aeyliea rounded a well cobbled street corner, and stopped. The third building down on the west side of the street, starkly illuminated by the moon, was their destination. The windows of the two-story structure were dark, the white stone brilliantly illuminated by the natural light outside. A shopfront, purportedly selling gems, although Aeyliea had information that indicated that there was a fair bit more that went on within its walls. Gesturing sharply to her companion, she made for a narrow path between that building and the one to the south of it. A back door would be the best way in.