I think about those times aplenty. When I was just but blade and blood. I wonder how much damage it has done to me. Physically and Mentally. People had often called me an upstanding man when I got older or told me how righteous, how honorable I was.

In time everyone forgot. But it stuck to me. I was a murderer for a childhood.

My peers called me a wonder. My profession didn’t leave a person with a long lifespan. For good measure too. When we were given a contract, we were also given a specified root and plan. Most of that legwork is done by up-and-coming vipers looking for that position. Well, it just so happened that all of those plans were set up. Maybe it was because of my time on the streets, or some other factor. But my faith, especially the blind type, was not well suited for me.

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I would always stake out my own prey, find ways to counter guards by myself, and find avenues to escape that no one knew about. It did not take long for my infamy to grow.

The nobles of Clufist robbed at their necks when I was active. I think it was because of my threat that I walked my blade all the way up to royalty.