The Assassin's Guild
On on stormy night in Ashglade Glade...
There was a man- no, a boy, sitting on the curb in a duldrumic fashion. His name was Dimitri.
Although he was not particurally acclined to such sitting, he did it now, for it was something he hadn't done before.
But wait...
A Talent Scout appeared.
Dimitri had been waiting his whole life for this event. Talent Scouts were professional hirers, who could place even someone like Dimitri, who wasn't good at anything in particular.
What should he do?
There was a man- no, a boy, sitting on the curb in a duldrumic fashion. His name was Dimitri.
Although he was not particurally acclined to such sitting, he did it now, for it was something he hadn't done before.
But wait...
A Talent Scout appeared.
Dimitri had been waiting his whole life for this event. Talent Scouts were professional hirers, who could place even someone like Dimitri, who wasn't good at anything in particular.
What should he do?