So this is how it all ends. Years of not getting caught, of slaying nobles, mages, knights, and many others now come to an end all due to my own arrogance. Well, I can’t say it isn’t a fitting ending, given all that has happened. I can’t even say that I regret anything, even as I hear the warden approaching my cell. As I turned to look through the bars however, what was staring back at me wasn’t the face of a man wearing a perpetual frown, but that of a boy on the cusp of becoming an adult. The princeling that I had failed to kill. I expected insults, questions, or even the date of my execution to come out of his mouth. Instead however, “Hey, come work with me!” “....I beg your pardon?” Just so everyone knows, this little story idea popped into my head while I was worldbuilding for a D&D campaign I'm running. Really hope my players don't find this, cause this is basically the backstory of a major NPC.