...find a new job. He desperately needed to recoup the losses from the previous failure, and he hoped someone would have something, anything...

...he could do to get some funds together. He'd had enough of this region, was planning to ship out to the...

...next continet over, just to get as far away as possible from his previous employer. He had a sinking suspicion that he had been...

...given a stale mark; one that had been on the boards for a while and had who knows how many hunters already on the job.

...or even worse, a set-up. He couldn't think of anyone who particularly wanted him dead, but it was always a possibility...

...for someone in his business. Now that he knew more about the extent of his new knife's powers, it might be easier to evade any...

...unpleasant, unexpected acquaintances, old or new. Still, he didn't have enough money to settle down yet, and he was energetic enough in his middle age...

...to keep on doing something, even if it wasn't his usual type of job.

Courier, perhaps. The thought raced across his subconscious almost without merit...

...or maybe an advocate. He shook his head, sighing. No, probably more dangerous my current line of work, and certainly less moral. No, he'd have to...

stick with what he knew, and what he knew best. For the last fourty years that had been stalking all manner of vermin into whatever pit...

...they chose to call "home". It wasn't clean work, and it wasn't pleasant, but there was a certain satisfaction to it. It felt a bit like...

...he was taking care of them so that honest people could stay honest. He could be the bad guy so others did not have to.

The damned angel. The murderous martyr. Yes, it had an air of fulfillment about it, killing for a cause. Of course, the...

...money didn't hurt. Forty years and he still had to convince himsef the cash was only a perk of the job. If it was a job well done.

With Gedard thinking of what to do, he eventually fell asleep. While Gedard fell asleep, someone was watching him. This person had a outfit that...

...blended well into the night. The figure could only wonder how the renowned Gedard was foolish enough to sleep with his window open.