A young Elf age 26 started his life from birth being trained by a master Assassin. Being taught that weakness is failure, being taught that trust is never earned nor needed. As a youngling, I learned to hide in the shadows, and use the noise around me as cover when moving from tree to tree. As much as I lived in the trees above, *The perfect place for an ambush* I learned that the Mines of hell are also full of surprises. I never had friends, I've only learned that with time and money, I can focus on my mission, and serve my masters until death., This is my story.
"A silent wisp of light before your head falls to the ground and rolls at my feet.
As quiet as a shadow fading away at the break of dawn.
There aren't many who live to see this elf and tell of his story, enjoy trying to make a deal with someone you only see once."
