A Hunter's Domain

Since Northwind, there was a piece of him that had never felt right and it was about time he did something about it. The assassin was just that, an assassin down to the last breath he would draw. He had been part of the Assassins’ Guild for seventeen years, the others had been his family, provided a sense of camaraderie that was truly difficult – if not impossible – to find anywhere else with anyone else. Thieves, bounty hunters, guards, spies… There was a different kind of bond within a family of assassins, and it was a bond that his body ached for.       Kalt walked, the hood of his grey uniform dropped against his back, as crystalline eyes moved ever vigilantly through the people and the buildings. He had the idea in Northaven to revive the Guild, but with Master around every corner and Ashe not having known he was even there, the time just wasn’t right. Now…it was time.       Ashe would likely be in support of the idea once he talked to her about it. Like it or not, the Guild was just as much a part of her as it was of him, so it wasn’t like either one of them could just walk away.       To restart the Guild, however, Silver Wing knew that they had to find the right building – or at least one he and Ashe could fashion into the right building, considering most of the buildings he had seen so far were subpar at best.       He had time, though. Nothing, especially something as complex as building a guild of assassins, happened overnight, so he was fine with having to come back two, three, four more times if need be. Of course finding the right building on the first try would be pretty damned wonderful. KALT I'm breaking down these walls we built in vain Shine your light, show me everything.