I have to lure the guard from his position, incapacitate him, and don his clothes without anyone noticing. Easy right? I have spent the past 10 years perfecting the skills needed for the task. Skulking through Ormond's back alleys, pickpocketing and pilfering what I deemed necessary to survive was how I made it this far, and the skills I gained would guarantee my future. Archer's little game allows me to demonstrate these skills, to judge whether I'm competent enough to join their cause.

A quick flick of my wrist sends rock shrapnel bursting into a merchant's stall from the previous day's market. Concealing myself against the shadowed stone, I wait till the guard enters my perimeter. I lurch out to grab him and stifle any sound with a cloth of chloroform before he can raise the alarm. After storing him behind a a pile of the cities' waste, I place a half filled tankard on the ground next to him for good measure, in case he's found early. I switch our clothes and almost pat myself on the back for a job well done. I return to my post to await instructions. I can't help the grin that takes over my face, the first step to bringing down Archer is solidified - let the games begin.