The wages of a soldier are pain and regret his reward.
Soldier himself had told the wanderer that. Old words from another life but true words nonetheless. The wanderer knew this, for he still carried the scars such pain had brought, and a life spent on the run left a man little else but his regrets. Yet of all the challenges the wanderer has faced, of all the dangers in a life full of little else, the worst lies before him. For he faces not a warrior or even some rampaging beast or monster. He faces Assassin. The deadliest killer ever to walk the face of the world. She has come for him, for his friends. Pain and regret may be a soldier's rewards, but the creature who comes for him and his friends is no soldier. She is a lurker in the shadows, an assassin, and so she will have an assassin's wage. She seeks death… The wanderer means to help her find it.
