With a quick, smooth motion, Cruz slit the throat of the noble's son as he slept. Silent, instant death. Perhaps if he hadn't wasted away his life laying around, living in his luxury, oblivious to the needs of anyone but himself, he could've had a stronger Veil. Could've survived such a basic maneuver.
But Cruz could tell that he was dead, killed by a very member of the race that he had despised. This man could never have lead the people of his island, much less the few Sylven who lived there upon. Cruz had given him ample chance to prove himself but had only been disappointed. So when a man came to him, offering payment for this man's assassination, how could he refuse?
He still didn't know who had sent him, though Cruz thought it was likely it was some noble from another island. Regardless, the son's father wouldn't be too happy about it.
Cruz slipped out through the window and stashed away his Altheymic knife, ridding himself of the dark robes he had killed with and revealing his work jacket underneath; a simple white collared shirt with a shiny, dark red blazer and dress pants.
He managed to sneak back to his shop without being seen, murder still unnoticed. Here he switched tactics and walked blatantly out in public, blending in with the crowds. He was well known around here. It looked like Ortiz, his assistant, had been managing the shop fairly well since he had left. He entered the shop, his customers inside turning to see him, smiling and laughing. These had no care that he was Sylven, and many of the racists who had hated on Sylven's had slowly come to befriend him as well. Those that heard of his shop throughout the island watched with interest, as he alone seemed to be upsetting the bias that many still held.
He laughed with them as he pushed his way to the back of the shop, grinning like a snake.