The life of a mercernary is not for the weak of heart. Each job could be your last. But it pays. Being a merc was all Arik knew how to do. He left home young, there wasn’t much else he could do. He was taught that a life saved is a debt that needs to be repaid. It’s not something he takes very seriously as he seldom needs help. But that person, he’d think about how they had saved him so effortlessly. Now, he was sitting in a tavern somewhere in the Black Shroud when he heard someone enter.