[SRP] Worth of an Assassin

[Swift_Assassin]

"Len, don't you think we should be moving? We don't know if they are following us."

Lennox turned his head to his companion. Carla was only a few years older than him, but her height and youthfulness made him seem the senior of the two. He turned his head back to the fire, staring deeply into it. Flashes of people came to mind in the flames. All of them victims of his blade. He resisted the urge to gag at the memories, not yet fully dulled to the sight. "I'll just offer them the blade if they return. If that doesn't do the trick, we use the old tried and true method of killing them."

Carla shook her head. How could Lennox be so nonchalant in this matter? A few weeks ago, the pair were accosted by some men who took great interest in Lennox' sword, Dyrnwyn. Lennox made the mistake of sparing them, and now they have been constantly on the move. The pair deduced that the men where seeking relics and Dyrnwyn has been added to that list. She also assumed they worked for the Emperor and that they may already have some relics in his collection. "Your reckless behavior will get us killed someday."

"I'm not dying any other way. A life of peace is not for me," the swordsman replied as he began to stand. Just then, he heard someone call out to them. He saw Carla backflip from her sitting position and draw her sword. Lennox got up to his feet and held her back from her approach. "I don't think they'd greet us." She relented and sheathed her sword as Lennox turned to the source of the voice. He released Dyrnwyn from a clasp it was attached to and planted the blade into the ground beside him. "Hail, traveler. Pleasant afternoon, isn't it?"