[Suzerain of Sheol]

She'd always known it would come to this, in the back of her mind at least. Heroics and camaraderie would never be her style, and she'd given it a really solid try at least. Strictly speaking, only the grace of Lyssa had kept her from shooting up that Gods-damned guild hall on any number of occasions, let alone putting a merciful bullet in the back of that do-gooding simpleton Syrgei's stupid head.

...sidetracked, where was she? Right, no more guild, no more well-meaning idiots trying to bring her out of her shell, no more fake smiles and drinking herself unconscious every night just to cope with the frustration of having to deal with her fellow humans. And prissy plants. And illiterate cats. And self-righteous rabbits. Ugh.

But no, this was so much better. Working alone, taking contracts for espionage and intrigue from the nobility, playing them against each other, occasionally offing them if the price was right. None of the others would approve, of course; this was hardly in the best interest of the city, but... Tsaerri couldn't exactly see how that was her problem. If not her, someone else would do the job (but not as well, obviously), and besides, give her an hour and a knife with any of them, and she'd come up with a hundred reasons why they deserve it.

Anyway. This particular assignment had come through an anonymous mediator and was of the murder variety. Not that either of those things were particularly unusual, but short of taking out the Queen, she could scarcely have chosen a more outrageous target for a public assassination. The fee, of course, was equally outrageous.

She was to infiltrate the Détente summit being held at Beetlestone Manor and eliminate Demmi Beetlestone herself, daughter of the Legate Minister Caudecus himself. And not only that, but her client wanted to send a message here. Tsae was to make the execution spectacular.

Which... wasn't exactly her style, being honest with herself. She'd killed enough people and not-quite-people at this point that it had become almost normal, but butchering a young girl whose only presumed crime was to be caught in the crossfire between an influential lord and his enemies just wasn't sitting that well with her. She wasn't even sure she'd be able to go through with it, mostly counting on self-preservation to kick in once the consequences of not carrying it out became suitably uncomfortable.

So here she was, affecting the haughty socialite on her way to meet the who's-who of Kryta. Hair pinned up in the gaudy style popular with all the ladies at court, check. Three pounds of makeup that felt like it was slowly paralyzing her face, also check. Ridiculous dress that somehow managed to be both luridly pretentious and make her look like an overdressed whore, definitely check, the noblemen liked their women that way, didn't you know? And worst of all, these Lys-cursed constriction vices on her feet. Whatever sadist invented heels in some bygone age, Tsae would love to take her tactical boots and stomp on his face. Not enough to kill him, just to get the point across.

Thus, to recap: charm her way inside with the assistance of a forged invitation, somehow pretend that she doesn't hate literally everyone there, identify Demmi and make a Gods-damned monument out of her corpse. Oh, and then escape without anyone the wiser. Totally doable.

She'd be lucky if she even got in the door.