Ten years have passed and the house of the assassins has fallen into the shadows. The Ivy covers the front in creeping vines, to the point that it is one with the forest instead of its proud structure it once was. The wrought iron gate had fallen off of its hinges and bent covered in the sienna of rust. The members of the town still remembered the majesty of assassins and passed the stories and legends down to their children, telling tales as bedtime stories, of the fierce warriors who used to dance in the shadows, prouder than the sun to be killers. Of the men and women who were called demons by the rest of the world but could be seen happily strolling down the streets with their children. They spoke to them the old warnings of the house. That it should be left as it was, the old spirits may linger after all, those so fearsome in life should not be meek in death. Little did they know, one girl remained among the frozen clans reading the texts, prepping, training for the day she would claim her right as a member of the clans. Waiting for the day they would awaken and when she would get her revenge for the injustices done to her people. She stole meager food from the townsfolk, they always believing it to be animals, cursing the creatures for taking their livelihood and scavenging little else from the woods surrounding. Dressing in rags and bits of cloth of the clans. She prayed that would not be enraged by her theft. The clans consider it an honor to wear garb of their colors. She still didn't belong to any so she tried her best to keep it to greys and whites of non-clansmen.

The house flew into disrepute among the court. After the old king was brutally removed from the throne, his son took up the crown. He ordered that the assassins never be mentioned within his court out of respect for his late father. That didn't mean of course that the assassination stopped, oh no the aristocrats just had to dirty their own hands instead. The new king, Torrin, was in fact was one of the worst. He had killed in fact four separate grand advisors. The family of Redrock has always been the advisors to the king as is tradition in Livni. They have experienced quite a hit in recent years losing a grandfather, two uncles and the father of the newest advisor, Rovii Redrock. As you can imagine on his first day he was extremely nervous.

The green robe of state with Livni's emblem on the back hung loosely from the young boys shoulder. He had plain brown hair, plain brown eyes and plain features. In fact, most people couldn't pick him out of a crowd. Personally I never thought a boy like him would be important enough to be included in a legend yet here he is. Generally I assumed he would be another work a day boy in a work a day life maybe meeting a plain girl and having three normal children. I assumed he would eventually die of illness or old age if he was good at his job or maybe of assassination if he pissed someone off, pretty much the usual life of a member of the Livni court.

Instead here he was in the legend of the last assassin of Livni.