·My employer is a very cautious person; he has me kill for many reasons, some want their victims silenced permanently, while others want them to speak.
·I belong to the former, tasked with ensuring they are silenced forever. As the Northerners say, I am also an unfortunate proletarian; everything I have is the product of the Guild, my equipment, my clothing, even myself.
·I need to recuperate for two days in Safe House No. 3, making sure not to lead the King's hounds to the Guild.
·I hope the Goddess of Fortune is still watching over me this time.
·Maybe next week I'll have time to go to the Phoenix Tower for some tenderloin, it's been a while since I last tasted it.
Every time Malin passed a golden silhouette, he could hear its inner soliloquy.
Halfway through, Malin had to find a local Apprentice from the Church to translate parts of these soliloquies that he wasn't clear about.
