((*wakes up* George Washington!))
Shadow takes the key from the bartender and starts up the stairs. The room was indefinately spartan, which suited the assassin well enough. He cast off his robe, exposing the blades tucked underneath. A dozen or so throwing knives, two shortswords, and a fairly ornate longsword. The longsword was even before he took his robe off, but everyone carried a blade of some sort. The assassin simply carried enough to raise suspicion.