Amaya bowed to him, looking grateful. "Thank you my Lord." She said, then headed off to Markarth to find the man who desired to put a price on Akihime's head.
Amaya would be gone most of the day, but with Mitsunari so busy, Amaya was hardly missed. Nigh had fallen when Amaya had finally fracked her target to the Silverblood Inn, where he was half unconscious in his room, bottle of wine still in hand as he laid sprawled on the bed. Slipping into the room unnoticed was easy, but trying to cut the man into small enough pieces was a bit more challenging. Sitting atop his bloody corpse, she worked her knife against his neck bone, hearing a satisfying crunch as she cut the bone. His arms had already been removed, and he had been gutted like a fish, eyes carved from his head and stuffed into his mouth, from which had plenty of room since she had removed his tongue.
((Wanna bring in Sasuke~?))