In the back of a tavern, Damien waited for his food. Killing had turned out to be a lucrative business, and no one would ever suspect that a face as young as his would be so deadly. He had now had both feet on the dark path, and it felt good. He wouldn't be able to go back to his old town any longer, but the information he'd gathered had already led him away, to this new place. No one recognized him here. He'd give his soul to taste the blood of Saria's murderer.