The Assassin

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Arthur Braxseth, assassin for the Dark Brotherhood, relaxing his feet.

After a hard day's work, Arthur would climb up the waterfall just in front of the Sithis tapestry. Usually it would be quiet and peaceful, hearing only the waterfall below him, as the water rushed.

To him this was a bit symbolic, though how fast the water falls, which height it fell from or what direction it took, it would still end up in the same pool, such is life and death.

From here, he could watch his family member's training. He watched their own techniques and understood how each of his family members fought. With this information, he bettered himself, used took their styles of fighting and made them his own. Even his Shadow Scale brother, Veezara, who was trained since he was hatched, was shocked and impressed by Arthur's progress.

"Those eyes you were given are, indeed, very perceptive brother. A powerful tool against your enemies. No wonder you are as deadly a blade as you are a bow." Veezara would often say.

"I have trained and raised in the heat and fury of the sands of the Alik'r. And you just accomplished ,what took me years to accomplish, in just a few weeks by sitting at that danmed waterfall?" complained Nazir. "Well I guess it's time I stopped practicing here..." he continued.

After Cicero came, the night mother was placed in the room opposite the tapestry. From Arthur's position he could feel a dark presence from the other room, to others this would have scared warded them away, but to him this chilling sense was a sort of welcoming presence, he never understood it, but it did not deter him from sitting on his favorite spot.

The only things that could make him consider finding a some place else was Cicero's constant "arguments" with the night mother. But in time, Arthur grew to enjoy and laugh at the Jester's mad and amusing ramblings.