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Lucien was walking slowly into Fort Travis. A young youthful guard at the entrance had given him and suspicious look but it was turned into a welcoming smile when Lucien had payed him off. Lucien reviewed the "contract" in his mind, it wouldn't be much of a job. It wasn't any he was used to, he was used to killing targets not looking for Ancient Artifacts. The pay was handsome enough to make an exception for this job. It was hot but he felt a cold air surround him as he felt the Dread Father whisper to him. He never spoke to him with words, but through feelings and images. When he was about to turn down the job he felt the Dread Father wanted him to accept this contract. Now he was being filled with reasurrance. He knew the place he was supposed to meet the Agent who he would be helping on the job, so he headed for a saloon where he bought a warm beer and found the darkest corner in the Saloon to wait. He stood out in his black robes but no one would dare confront him, the cold insidious power that was the Dread Father surrounded him. It was known to everyone in that Saloon that he was a killer and if one dared to make comment of him, they knew they would be a corpse not recognized by their family and friends.

He felt the Void as he slipped into a deep meditation, reliving past assassinations, reliving his first kill and smiling at every look up surprise and pain as he drove his dagger deep into his victims.