Allanon nodded at Bidzil's response. The only way to put real weight behind those words though would be to put them into action. It was one thing to say you could take a life, however, the act itself was a completely different monster. To this day, Allanon's first kill weighed on him. An old merchant who got on the wrong side of the Calabris family. It was a solo mission, and the thing that made it hardest for Allanon was that he was completely accepting of his own death. Although, Allanon imagined if the old man had begged for his life it would have been just as hard.

Disturbed by his memory and realizing the raid would begin in the morning, Allanon decided to stay outside of the cave and go through drills. One of the reasons Allanon had not lost his edge over his years as a swordsman was because of continual and consistent practice. His motions were fluid and dynamic almost like a dance. He maintained an image of his most difficult opponents as he drilled. All the while, he prayed like he did every day that he was making Marissa proud and honoring her last wish.