You slide the bag across the table, the hooded figure opposite you peers inside. “Where the hell did you find this?!”

You smile. “It was in Faylea, a small town off the coast of Esir Isle. I had a few casualties, but they have been delt with.”

Behind you is four men, spitting insults and foul profanities, being led out with shackles heavy on their wrists.

The hooded figure nods. “Good, good… You found our moles.”

You raise your eyebrow, “Where is my reward?”

The hooded figure barks out a cold laugh, “It will come when you complete your next assignment.”

You slam your hands on the table.

“You promised me two hundred thousand credits!”

The hooded figure rises from his throne. “You dare question me? After everything I have done for you? After I took you in and raised you to be the best assassin and thief this side of Ayluiria has ever seen? If I say that the money will come, it will come. Don’t question me again.”

You back down and take a deep breath. “Forgive me, Lord Zantorian. It won’t happen again. What’s the new assignment?”

Zantorian pulls back his hood and steps into the light. “You have been called back to Eldirii. My son needs help training the recruits. I have been recently notified that there is a promising new Revalorian.”

You gasp. Revalorians are extremely rare and there has never been two alive within the same century.

“She was found under the care of Adeleah Wolfsbane, headmistress of The Sanctuary, an all girls orphanage.”

_“Just like me” _You think to yourself.

You begin to walk out of Zantorians Throne Room when he speaks.

“Oh, and Natiriya? Her name is Aneirin. Aneirin Aetoris.”