"Being granted a quick death is already a mercy for her. If it were up to me, I'd break her limbs, cripple her skills, and hang her from the city walls to see if anyone would risk everything to save her."
Durin, following behind the Old Man, replied calmly.
This self-aware Otherkind has always been exceedingly rare. Using her life as bait, if it could lure out her comrades, it would be a lucrative trade.
Pitiful? Aren't those thirty-six lives pitiful?
An assassin must be prepared for both killing and being killed. Without even this degree of understanding, she'd be better off as a clueless pawn in the hands of the Evil God.
