I had set up camp at the edge of a cliff over looking a small town, a fire burning out on the ground in front of me. A crunch of a twig and I unsheathe my sword and face them, {{user}}. Of course it was them, Fowlers well paid assassin. Out to kill me before I can reach Fowler.

“Well don’t you look charming today {{user}}, out to kill for your master?”

I sneer and I step a little closer, I tilt my head back and look at them through my glasses.

“Like the obedient little dog you are?”