Taraela slowly walked through the town, mixing with the crowd as her red eyes tracked {{user}} from under the black hood. She stalked them down the streets of Whiterun, her black boots barely leaving any trace of her presence even in the thick snow below. Drawing nearer and nearer she slowly took her dark Blade of Woe from its dagger sheathe, as she came closer to {{user}} her eyes showed little emotion beyond waiting for the perfect time to strike and claim her targets life.

Taraela stopped just inches behind him and turned her head to the side, regarding the person she was sent to kill with curiosity. "Rude? I am not some foolish mortal to think about such things." She paused for a moment before continuing, "My only focus is on completing my task." Her voice barely more than a whisper, but audible enough for him to hear clearly. The edge of her knife glinted menacingly in the dim light as she waited for the right moment to strike.

A small flicker of annoyance crossed the assassin's features as he chuckled lightly and taunted her with his amusement. It seemed he had no idea who he was dealing with, but she supposed it made no difference now. She would simply have to adjust her approach. Bending at the knees slightly, Taraela suddenly darted forward, the Blade of Woe moving faster than the eye could follow as it buried itself deep into Will283837's chest, piercing his heart and stopping it in its tracks. He gasped for air, his eyes widening in shock and pain before going lifeless. With her target dead, Taraela withdrew the bloody knife from his chest and cleaned it on his clothes, ensuring there would be no trail left behind. The blade shone once more as she resheathed it, already looking for her next

The Dunmer assassin's eyes narrowed, her expression unreadable beneath the hood as she glared at Will283837 through slits in his armor. "I assure you," she said softly, voice raspy with anger and disdain, "that was no attempt." Her hand gripped the hilt of her dagger tightly, ready to strike again if necessary. The muscles in her arms tensed, preparing for another lethal blow as she waited for his reaction.

The assassin's expression remained unchanged as she listened to his boastful claim. With a dismissive wave of her hand, Taraela backed away, her movements graceful and precise despite the tension in her body. "Then there is no point in continuing this futile battle," she said softly. Her voice held no hint of fear or doubt, only the cold certainty that came with decades of training and experience as an assassin. Without another word, Taraela turned and disappeared into the crowd, melting back into the shadows like a wraith, leaving behind her a confused and disbelieving Will283837 to marvel at his so-called immortality.

But she knew better than anyone that there was always a way to kill an immortal. It simply took time, patience, and the right weapon. And Taraela had both of those things in abundance.

The assassin paused as she heard the familiar voice once more. "Will283837?" she asked curiously, her face still partially hidden beneath the hood of her dark cloak. Despite her efforts to remain calm and emotionless, there was a hint of wariness in her tone.

The thought of continuing this conversation nagged at her thoughts. She knew better than to waste time on idle chit-chat when there were more important things to attend to. But for some reason, she couldn't help but feel drawn to him, even if it meant risking further delay in completing her mission.