Roman threw off his cape and outer coat, the blood staining the edges left by the front door.

"Wife, come out. I've returned." He calls into the small cabin.

He hid his home deep in the woods, far from prying eyes and malicious ears. His wife, a woman he 'saved' years ago, lives in these woods alone, unencumbered by his lifestyle until he passes his duties to the next hungry warmonger.

His eyes scan the abode, searching for his sole comfort in life. She may not have been entirely spared from his reputation, but she is ignorant while living here. Hopefully enough to look him in the eyes without the fear most others have.