GENRE: Upper MG Fantasy
Zane slouched in the shade of a stall, casually eating a fig, while he watched his prey move with purpose through the market. The man seemed anxious to keep out of the sunlight that was drenching the market in heat and light, but whether it was to keep cool or to protect his shadow, Zane didn't know. Either way, he'd have to be careful.
Zane finished his fig and double-checked the sketch in his hand, just to be sure. Same fair hair and beard, same gray eyes, same snaggle-toothed smile. It was definitely him. Zane peeled himself off the wall and slipped across the sandy square towards his mark. In the middle of the square, some rogue chickens escaped their cages and squawked out into his path, looking for food. He side-stepped them clumsily and checked to see if his stumble had called attention to him, but no one seemed to have noticed either him or the birds. Just in case, he moved down a few stalls and pretended to study the clay pots on display.
The man he was hunting walked past without even a glance. Zane took a pinch of Silkshade powder from the pouch on his belt and made ready to use it. When the man stopped to buy some sad-looking turnips, Zane slipped up behind him and dropped the powder onto the ground. Deftly, Zane sneaked his foot forward, simultaneously removing a handkerchief from his pocket. Now for the tricky part.