This assailant was tough. Nafien hadn't wanted to end any lives, he didn't need a bounty for murder on his head. But he was growing tired of the cat and mouse game they were playing. Nafien had work to do, and it didn't involve running from soldiers that pursued him for no reason. His work in the northwest city would be crucial to his guild, and he could not afford to mess things up.
Nafien waited until nightfall, when things had settled down. The soldier who had been trying to kill him had gone into a nearby building, most likely a hotel. Nafien had heard the man talking to some unknown person when he went inside the building. He reasoned that the man was praying, because he never heard any responses.
Nafien remained in hiding until he could no longer hear any voices from the building. When he was sure that the man had gone to sleep, he jumped down from the rooftop where he had hidden, and crept towards the building. He then used a trick that an old combat teacher of his had taught him. He softly clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, and listened intently for any difference in the sound that came back. Echolocation, as his teacher had called it, was a way for Nafien to "see" without his eyes.
As he listened, he began to picture what the building looked like, from the little details his click had shown. Without a second thought, Nafien jumped up towards the place he had "seen" the gutter on the wall. He grabbed it, and flipped himself over on the balcony above him. His feet touched the stone floor, and made no noise. Silently, he crept up to window and opened it. Now he could smell his opponent, and would not need to echolocate. The man was lying down, and was sleeping, from the sound of his breathing. He smelled strongly of some perfume or cologne, but Nafien could not place the scent. As he moved towards the bed, he unsheathed Sparkszan. He would not need the blade's elemental magic here, for his opponent was unarmed.
"Why do you hunt me?" Nafien said, loudly enough to wake the man. "Tell me your reasons now, or I will not hesitate to end your life. This chase will end here, whether you live or die. I am not your enemy, and I have not wronged you, so who sent you assassin?" Nafien was prepared to kill the man, though he hoped he wouldn't have to. He hated the thought of killing such a worthy opponent.