Fear. She could smell it in all of them. And she liked it. A normal gathering of people, yet she could sense their unease even though they chatted and tried to act at ease. Merely wearing a black and red dress, her gloves, pants and shoes, her normal leather helm, shoulders and chest piece absent, Morrigue couldn't look much different to when she is out hunting. Her daggers, strapped to her belt, glow, one black, one purple, remain sheathed, though bringing them, has helped unsettle the gathering. Weaving her way among the gathered people, she makes her way to her target, her passing barely noticed by the people who invited her there. Treading lightly on the grass, her footfalls are almost silent as she speeds up her movement, her lithe body making it so she does not touch anyone, yet gets with in a hairs breadth of them. Using her short height to her advantage, she slips under one of the stone arches built buy the ancient elves of Azeroth … not her people. The significance of the place is lost on Morrigue, being from a different realm entirely, enchanted to make her appear to be native to Azeroth. Most of her disguised so she could pass as a night elf in the land of Azeroth, there was one distinctive feature that could not be hidden, her black hued skin. Though only slight, the hint black pigmentation could not be hidden, no matter how hard the mystics tried.

Slipping her main hand dagger out of its sheath, Morrigue sneaks round the stones, pulling out a vial of poison from a hidden pocket, her wrist is grabbed from behind before she has time to pull the vial out.

"I know what you are doing." A deep voice murmurs into her ear, as she feels the heat from another's body near her back.
"Is that so?" Morrigue asks in her mono toned voice. Twisting her wrist round, Morrigue pulls up her dagger and turning fast, she pins the other to the rocks behind them, her dagger arm across the other's throat, dagger pointing downwards spiking their shoulder.
"Faster than I expected," her attacker says, raising an eyebrow.

Slightly taken aback by the person she finds in front of her, Morrigue fails to notice the glow appearing around the human's hand.

"If you know what's good for you, you'll-" her sentence is cut of as the arcane missile hits her, throwing her back against the other wall of the arch.
"Bad move," she growls out, emotion flashing through her eyes, as she pushes forward, pinning the mage again, pushing her dagger deeper this time, pinning one arm out with her spare dagger, she grabs his other with her free hand, and pins it above his head.

Pain flickers across the mages eyes as the dagger bites into his skin, bringing blood and staining his blue robes.

"Harder to cast, when your mind is distracted, isn't it?" Morrigue grins as the pushes the dagger a might bit deeper.
"Ok, better trained than I was told," the mage grits out.
"You better believe you know nothing about me. Now, you are going to go back to whomever sent you and tell them you failed," she says, in a threatening voice.
"I think you will find you are the one that has failed," the mage says as he inclines his head to the two elves, now walking through the lines of people, and away from them.
"Not failed, Mage, merely delayed." Morrigue retorts.
"You cannot catch them now, not matter how fast you are."
"Whoever said I needed speed?" Morrigue lets a sly grin cross her face. "Didn't I say that you should presume you know nothing about me?"

Stepping back from the mage, Morrigue mutters words unknown to the mage, and darkness envelopes everyone gathered for the event. Due to her heritage, Morrigue can see perfectly in the pitch black. Weaving her way among the panicking people, Morrigue coats the dagger she is holding in poison while sneaks up on her target, and slipping her dagger between the targets ribs, she slips away, climbing up to the overlooking cliff, Morrigue watches the darkness lift to reveal the chaos below. Morrigue surveys people running around screaming as they realise that a female night elf is dead. One night elf male collapses down next to the fallen female, weeping uncontrollably. As she watches, the mage that confronted her walks up the weeping male elf, and tries to console him.

Satisfied her job is complete a small smile crosses Morrigue's face; and slips away to report back and more importantly to her, to collect her bounty.

~owari