Most know the lonely killer, lurking in the shadows. The one that doesn’t sit down for pleasant conversations about the weather or the new bought slave. They have this tendency to only be there, listening and observing while others seem to busy them selves with things of ordinary life. This vision of a killer, might suit me when you encounter me in the streets of Salernum, Laura, Lydius or any other place a mark might take me.
However when I am in the comfort of the compound you might see a more relaxed man, one that might joke, tells stories. A man that feels the same amount of pride in his new bought slave, or accomplished task. The compound is a well organized place, where each knows his place, the slaves busy with the things that need to be done, candidates do their study or work on their progression.
To keep this place organized we keep a very strict order on discipline and rank. The Master Assassin our general, that delegates and gives a final say in the decisions that need to be made. The captain that again delegates, works on several things to keep order in what at times seems chaos. He might be the one that knows of what goes on, sees to it that only the important matters reach the Master Assassin and is there to teach candidates or guides them to those killers that can.
A rank has it’s privileges, but also the heartship. The Master Assassin, lots of scrolls, political issues to deal with and me the one that sees a candidate overstep his lines or a killer behaving poorly. Things that will be addressed and not with velvet gloves. The times a candidate was simply beaten to unconsciousness because he ordered paga, to many to count. The Killer beaten with sticks for falling in love and acting out on those feelings in an ill manner to large to even count on my fingers.
We are all human, making mistakes and those will not be covered by silk but will be exposed and dealt with in the same order and discipline.
I always strive to be fair, straight forward, perhaps harsh and demanding but nevertheless fair. I don’t try to be guided by my own feelings of anger, disappointment or disliking. Everyone that will cross lines that I have set will see the same treatment or so I hope.
Aware of my harsh reputation, aware of my mindplay, aware of my bad jokes, aware of what still has remained as this believe in honour and also aware of the burden of using a rank.
Gold and Steel
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