Isaac Hayes is a man with a dream. A dream many of his kin do not understand and no not appreciate. A dream many do not want him to achieve, even if they do not know it. He is no jolly halfling, though he dreams of world travel.
Raised in the slums of Calisha, hearing nothing but how every trade agreement would improve life for everyone, Isaac never saw it. For twenty five years, he struggled to survive, acting as a poor child, demeaning himself for scraps. Grovelling. All while nobles and traders talk about how great life was, or was going to be.
But there was an aspect of their life that he did appreciate. Assassination. Political Assassination, specifically. A clean bolt, silencing a liar forever. It wasn’t until a noble ended up in the alley he was sleeping in, and he saw an assassin in action, that he really appreciated the noble art. He tried to flee, but the assassin gave chase, not willing leave a witness. Isaac turned a corner, and hid. But he had no intent to flee. He would fight. He would kill a killer of men, and prove that he had what it took.
When the assassin came by, Isaac managed to snatch the crossbow from his side, aiming right for his throat. The man just chuckled as he watched Isaac, holding a short sword to his throat. The standoff lasted less than a fraction of a second before Isaac fired, but the man effortlessly backed off. The man turned the corner, and Isaac heard the words, “Kid’s got killer in his eyes.” When he turned the corner, the man was already leaving the alley, leaving him with his crossbow, and a faith in himself; a professional said he had killer in his eyes.
And soon, there would be blood on his hands.
