Matrix Voom lingers over his paga as he ponders the job of assassin. He lifts the goblet to his lips and remembers his secret trainings. He turns his eyes to the door of Three Winds and wonders if they linger outside, hunting his blood. There are so many of them. He nods and stands, looking over his Home Stone, his place to reconnect and throws his satchel over his shoulder. He walks to the front doors, his hand over the silver knobs and sighs. He can never come home here again, he thinks as he looks at the world he knows.
He snickers to himself as he imagines the journey he takes to hide, muttering, “One should never threaten to kill an assassin.” He smirks and knows his fate as he walks to the docks of Three Winds and throws his satchel in the boat, breathing in the salty air. He pushes the boat away from the docks with his boot and watches as the home he has always known vanishes before his eyes.
He turns to the isles before him and sighs, “”Is it possible for me to stay out of danger?!” He smirks as he stears the boat towards the north, wondering what lays before him…and whether he can live this time. He looks back on his Home Stone as the wind whips his unruly black hair over hs sapphire eyes and grins, thinking to himself, “Probably not”…and stears his boat away from his home.
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