[sblock=Atreus]You stalk the man, a balding, heavyset man with permanent frown lines, moving confidently through the twilight shadows. Once you are behind him, you hurl your dagger at his head, and watch in horror as it sails over his shoulder and smashes a window with a loud crash.
The man turns and looks at you, then screams.
"Aaiiiiiieee!!! Help! Help! Murderers! Ruffians! Thieves!" He takes off running towards the brightly lit temple grounds, where several very shiny-looking guards have taken notice. They look in your direction, but you have prudently slipped deeper into the shadows, and their eyes pass over you, unseeing.
Over the next few minutes, more guards arrive, with lanterns and torches, and it becomes evident that you will not get a second chance this night.
ooc: Heh, not a great time for a natural 1.

I used your second stealth roll to get away. Anyway, I'd like to wrap this scene up quickly if we can, the rest of the party are getting anxious.
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