"The moon is perfect tonight," whispered a shadow crouched behind the stone wall of the Mugang Martial Pavilion's eastern courtyard. "No clouds. Clear sight lines. Just enough light to see our targets without being seen ourselves."
Another figure materialized beside him, so silently that even the first assassin hadn't noticed his approach until he spoke. "And the wind is still. Our movements won't disturb the air currents around their ki barriers." The second assassin's voice was barely audible, like breath through silk. "The Night Drizzle Sect chose well when they named us. We are the rain that falls without sound."
The first assassin nodded, his hand resting lightly on the curved blade at his hip. "Ten targets scattered across three buildings. The Palace Master Danhye Yeoryeong is housed in the western guest quarters under merchant registry. The rest are spread between the middle courtyard and the servants' quarters."
