Rumour mill

"... murderer is highly dangerous... caution... away... soon caught... mage of dark power..."

The rumour-mill was working overtime. They thought one thing, then said another - working against each other without realising, mostly.

It made it spectacularly easy to ghost into the shadows after a job. Leaving behind 'evidence' was another thing entirely, but it wasn't impossible. 

Remorse

Today was a death day.
No honour is found in murder. I see that now. Clearly, like the eagle spies his prey.
They were innocent. The wrong village, at the wrong time - who saw the wrong people and the evil actions they had committed.
Who were we to decide on their death?
I can't imagine
Orders. We were told, forced, to kill any witnesses. We did it without questioning. It's the same as agreeing.
What happens when one takes a life?
I imagine a part of myself is taken too. They latch on, desperate to hold onto life, no matter the cost.
What I need to ackowledge is that I paid their price; and gladly!
I want to give back what I took, but I cannot. I try.
Still.

Massacre at Greenfields

The riders were well equipped to conquer the farming valley at the southern end of the penninsula, master. You are only days away from cutting off their supply chain. Victory is assured.
- Vis

Vis, new orders: Cease the assault. Do not engage in close-quarters melee. Encircle the valley entry and do not give leave for any to pass your lines. Await further orders by trusted courier.
- L

Lord, disastrous news. Your orders were not received in time for the final assault to disengage. The defenders held resistance, the men took offence and showed extreme prejudice in who lived and died. It was a massacre, lord. I'm sorry. We shall hold the field and ensure the goods are dealt with in a timely manner.
- Vis

You have failed me.
- L