They were running in the streets of Bagdenburch, 3 men dressed in black, they were assassins which wasn't a unusual sight these days, what was unusual was that they were in panic and that they were running as fast as they could.

One of them looked backwards while running. "Oh by the gods, what was that! Did you see what he did to Karl! I mean h-"

The second man slapped the first on the head. "Less talking more running we need to get away from here and fast!"

The third was panting when he talked. "I... agree... we mu-" The assassin would never finish his sentence, his mouth opened and closed a few times before he just fell forwards, a throwing knife potruding from his back.

The remaining two assassins didn't even slowed down to see if their friend was really dead, they just started to run even faster than before. They rounded a street corner into a group of alleys, hoping to throw their pursuer off their track. Eventually they stopped to catch their breath.

"Who... in the... nine hells... was that...!" The first assassin was leaning against a wall, trying to lose the pain in his stomach for running so hard. "I mean I thought I saw some insignia on the guy's clothing but I didn't recognised it."

The second assassin was looking at the way they had come from, looking if they were followed. "I think I recognised it, it's the insignia of the..." While he was talking the second assassin was turning around and his voice trailed off when he saw the scene behind him. The face of his friend was a look of pure terror, his hands clutched around a shortsword potruding from his chest, his last breath escaped silently his lips and his body went limp. The blade was being held by a shadowy figure behind his dead friend who slowly retreated the blade and let the liveless body fall to the ground.

Stepping over the body he moved purposly to the second assassin who quickly backed away untill he bumped into a wall and had nowhere to flee. "Why are you doing this! Your guild is dead, so why do you kill us!" He didn't even grabbed his own weapons, he was frightened like never before by the figure who had just killed his 3 friends in the last hour.

The figure stopped and looked at the assassin with cold, brown eyes. "Revenge." And Valar stabbed his shortsword into the other assassin's heart.