"My dear... what makes you think you're getting out of here alive? You were seen coming in. The girl at the door is a Foresworn agent masquerading as a maid"

The old man sighs as he reads. Issuing his mark of death so casually. Like he's done it 100 times before. Killing the concerned youth that get in the way of his war

"You aren't the first to have gotten this far. You won't be the last"