S'Kirra bowed her head and felt the rain drip down the leather hood of her cloak. After being expelled from the Mages Guild for killing, her life abruptly changed. She knelt her lioness head down on her lap, and drifted off.
In her dream, a mysterious dark hooded spirit stood before her and greeted her, arms open.
"Ah. Welcome, Sister. We always have need of new members of the Dark Brotherhood."
"The Dark Brotherhood?" She repeated.
"Most Imperial guards insist we do not even exist." The spirit spat. "But," he resumed his smiling posture.
"As you can see, we very much do exist."
S'Kirra stood in obvious defiance. "Well, what do you want? I haven't got all day."
The man snickered. "Actually, looking at your schedule, you have plenty of time. You have no place to go. But if you accept my generous offer, you can be doing something productive with every second of the rest of your life."
She growled. "Fine. What do I do to get into your band or whatever?"
The man's smile widened. "So eager." He chuckled. "Let's see. You can assassinate, correct?"
She smirked. "You have no idea. Tell me the place and person, and I'll have blood on my hands in minutes." Then she frowned. "What's your name? I can't not know my employers' name," she stated.
"My name is Lucien Lachance, though you will never use that name. I am your master, and you will refer to me as such."
"All right, Lucien Lachance. I'll enjoy the chance to work with you."
Lucien winced." Please refrain from making puns with my name in the future, I'd greatly appreciate it."
He told her the name and place and she flounced off, dagger in her hand, cheerful at the prospect of murder.