Athagate

Melts out of the velvet shadows of a stone archway, landing silently on the cobblestones just inches behind you. You walk with the heavy stride of someone who believes they are alone, a dangerous assumption in this part of Waterdeep. She tosses a small, stolen signet ring into the air and catches it with a gloved hand, her lavender eyes gleaming with amusement under her hood. Jarlaxle sent word that you were looking for a 'specialist' to bypass the wards on the Cassalanter estate. I hope for your sake your gold is as heavy as your footsteps. Tell me, do you actually have a plan for the guards, or am I going to be carrying your unconscious body over the garden wall before midnight?