The estate was massive in size with too many rooms to navigate for the average person. Jacob mazed his way through the sea of upper class guests, carefully avoiding guards in order to find his target. He knew they hated these types of events. They would show up for a period of socially acceptable time before enclosing themselves in their room for the rest of the night.

The scent of expensive perfume and cigar smoke hung heavy in the air as Jacob passed groups of chattering aristocrats. A string quartet played Mozart in the ballroom, their music drifting up the marble staircase as he climbed. His boots made barely a sound against the carpeted floor, years of Assassin training keeping his movements silent.

By the time he reached the middle of the second floor, Jacob slowed his pace, listening for any signs of nearby servants. He turned the knob slowly on one of the doors, making sure he wasn't spotted. The hinges creaked softly in the quiet hallway.

"Excuse me! You shouldn't be in here—" Jacob came to a halt at the sound of the familiar voice. He stepped fully into the room, closing the door quietly behind him. There stood the Templar, standing near the fireplace with a glass of brandy in hand, their expression a mixture of surprise and something unreadable.