The guards collapsed upon the weight of her swords, as she struck the back of their heads with their hilts. Myria watched as they crumpled into the ground, completely unconscious.

She had come under cover of darkness, and used a little of her mystic magic to suddenly appear behind the sentries of this particular mansion. A hooded cloak and a mask concealed her identity, and held in her hands were two humongous, wide, blunt swords, basically clubs, but it appeared they were swordlike enough still for her particular brand of magic. They were particularly handy when she didn't want to leave too many telltale scratches and wounds on her victims. Who would connect bruises to blades, after all?

To be honest, she would have preferred to reveal herself to them, and make a ruckus as they called for reinforcements... but sometimes one had to acquiesce to the demands of one's employer. She was, after all, here at the behest of another--- right now, she was not Myria, the troupe leader, but Myria, the mercenary. While it would be fun to fight the whole mansion's retinue by herself, the goal right now was the elimination of this estate's head of house, and causing loud trouble might alert him and give him a chance to escape.

Mrm... I think that's all the patrols.

Speaking of which, her employer for this mission... well, she was one of a kind. The matriarch of the Alder house herself... and strangely enough, she seemed to want to tag along for this little assassination.

"Hey, old lady." she called out at an even voice. "Come along, they're all asleep. I'll open the door."

That said, she slammed both of her swords mightily upon the courtyard gate, and its locks broke. The gate creaked and swung open. Were there more guards inside? Well, let's find out.

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Yvel R. Alder