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Stealth had never come as naturally to Shiv as it had to her sister, but as the elder she had been the one to inheret the sole family heirloom their mother had left to bequeathe. Their mother had always told them that the slender blade had been a gift from Sithis himself to an ancestor who had been an assassin of unmatched skill. Shiv was never sure if she really believed that, but the fact remained that she had never never known the Professional Shiv to be anything but lethal when used on an unsuspecting target, no matter how tiny or inexperienced the hand that guided it. Sneaking up on the wizard had been a tense, chancy affair, but when she finally moved to open his throat it was almost as if the shiv guided her hand. His throat split open as easily as a knife slides through butter, and he bled out onto the floor without so much as a whisper.