Stone Quarter Streets

With her peerless skills and enchanted armor, Eva was little more than a shadow against the night sky. Once her keen eyes had spotted her prey, she began to run, silently leaping from roof to roof as to keep up with him. The prey himself wasn't running, but the winding alleyways he took made following him a bit tricky. But nonetheless, Eva perused, waiting until he was out of sight.
Finally, the man paused. Judging from how he walked, Eva guessed that he had been drinking, and must have gotten confused as to where he was going. There were no witnesses around, and that was all Eva needed. Brandishing her daggers, she leaped from the roof above, descending and landing right on top of his shoulders. The unfortunate man could only manage a surprised whimper as she drove both her daggers in his neck. Before either of them hit the ground, he was dead.
"Well, that was fun. Maybe I should parkour more often." Eva said to herself, and bent down to rummage through the man's corpse. Her "client" had said that he didn't care what happened to the body, so she felt free to claim whatever valuables were on it. Some sovereigns, pretty jewelry, and what looked like...an old love letter? She pocketed all of them. Then she took one of the rings from the corpse's finger, proof that the deed was done, and she left.

As she walked, the heavy snow quickly covering any footprints she left as she departed the murder scene, Eva studied the ring curiously. It was very pretty, with delicate, twirling designs wrapping themselves around a single amethyst. Definitely Nordic make, and probably worth a bit. She was just thinking of how she could possibly keep the ring for herself, when something suddenly made impact against her. It wasn't heavy, but the surprise alone made her stumble a few steps. Instinctively, Eva ripped her daggers from their sheaths, and whirled around. Then paused. The thing that had hit her was not a guard, as she had expected, but a small boy.
Great. Out of all the possible witnesses...no, wait. Eva studied the boy carefully; he did not have the look of someone who'd just seen a corpse. Glancing down at her daggers, she chuckled with slight relief, and sheathed them.
"Sorry about that. I didn't mean to scare you, it was just...instinct." She said gently, relaxing her body to show that she was not a threat. "Are you alright, boy?"

Alright, this kid had definitely not just watched Eva kill her target. Good. She wasn't really big on killing children, not that she wouldn't, if needed.
"Oh?" She replied with a knowing smirk, she didn't believe him when he said he wasn't scared, but she didn't try to call him out on it. "Then you certainly braver than most children your age. Most would be intimidated at the sight of a strange elf brandishing her daggers, in the dark...where no one would hear you...." She allowed the sentence to trail off. Perhaps it wasn't the best time to be scaring little children, but this job had been more boring than usual, so she wanted to have a bit more fun. Besides, this child, for whatever reason, piqued her curiosity.

At that, Eva couldn't help but laugh. She stood there for almost a minute, her head bent and shoulders shaking. After finally calming down, she looked at the boy again.
"Good enough actor to hide your fear, and smart enough to tell when someone is bluffing. I like that." She said, leaning against a nearby wall. "And you are right, you are no threat to me. I was simply curious as to what your reaction would be. You did not disappoint." She paused for a moment to look at the moon's position. Still a bit of time to lolly-gag, and she was far enough from the corpse that it wouldn't be an immediate problem. "So, boy, mind telling me what someone your age is doing out in the cold this late at night?" She asked. The boy was an orphan, obviously, but her interest in his reactions had not left her just yet.

"Well, I was born in this shit hole of a city, but I don't live here, if that's what you are wondering." Eva replied nonchalantly. Perhaps this kid was a bit tougher than he looked. But then again, this was Skyrim, the shittiest place in the world, but known to make people harder. "As for why I'm here, it's for a job. Which is sadly all I can tell you."
Tilting her head, she studied the boy for a moment, then sighed, "Geez." Pulling off her heavy fur cloak, she tossed it to the boy. "If we're going to stand here talking, you might as well borrow this. No sense in me talking to a corpse."

Noticing the boy's slight surprise, Eva chuckled again. "I wouldn't mistake that for kindness, kid. Like I said, I don't make a hobby out of talking to dead things. Oh, and that cloak was expensive, so don't ruin it." She said, then went silent, wondering if she should ask this boy his name. If she did, he would undoubtedly ask for her's in return, and something told her that if she lied in response, he would catch on...Not that that would be much of a problem, but still...shit happens.

Eva watched the boy closely. For being an orphan living on the streets, he was certainty confident in himself. Which gave her the impression that, whatever possessions he might have, weren't earned honestly.
"Well, you know what they say, curiosity can kill," she finally said. "And who's to say this particular curiosity won't get you killed? I'm sure that you've already gleaned that I am not a...favorable person."