Among them stood a man who had not once visited this city in prior days of his life. He was clothed normally, in fact, even his presence felt normal. However, there was a strange glow about the tattoo positioned on his cheek. It was as if it could entrance those who stopped to glance at it. Such an eerie glow surely could not have gone unnoticed, but it did. Such a man should have the greatest intentions for visiting the Talos Plaza District, but he didn't. In fact, this illusion was all part of his plan.
There were plenty of witnesses to his being there, he even spoke to a few passing gentlemen. They all spoke to him plainly, as if he was one of their own, because this young imperial man surely looked the part. He looked perfectly normal, except for that tattoo, that constantly glowing tattoo. Still, the men paid no attention to it, as his questions were perfectly normal. "Where is the nearest Inn?" He asked one man. "How may I best leave the city at dawn?" He asked another.
When the figure made his way towards the Tiber Septim Hotel, no one gave him a second thought. The woman who stood at the counter saw nothing wrong with the man, in fact Augusta Calidia, found the individual rather enchanting when he spoke to her. It was obvious she admired his looks when she blushed, her eyes tracing his chest inconspicously. "No, sir, I'm sorry we are out of rooms for the night..." She responded to his inquiry, biting her lip. "However, my room has an extra couch in it, good sir. I was just about to turn in...if you pay the usual rent fee I could allow you to stay there."
"Ah, you are a gracious host, Miss Calidia." The man said with a charming smile. "I would pay you twice the rent, being that the couch I will be staying on is your own property."
"Oh, no need, Mr...?" Augusta hinted towards an inquiry at his name, but when he did not take the bait she continued to press for it. "What is your name, sir?"
"I don't have a common name, Miss." The man said, his friendly smile turning into a devilish grin. "But, you can call me Sithis, for all intensive purposes."
Augusta's eyes grew wide and she attempted to scream, but before the sound could leave her mouth his hand was covering it. The scream came out muffled, just barely audible over the fluttering of the papers which were expelled from their place on her desk. She struggled to pull away from his hand, but he had an iron grip on her cheekbones. Soon she saw a flash of steel, surely a blade.
Her life turned to naught, all she saw was black.
(Kinda stereotypical beginning, but I wanted to get the message across. Anyways, tell me what you think, I will be continuing this tomorrow I hope.)