Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20151108001053/@comment-5583506-20151108025454

He sat down the crossbow by the foot-end of the bed and brough out his blades, placing them on the desk with the handle pointing towards the pillow, withing grasping reach from the bed. Once he had made himself at home, he brought out his journal and skimmed through the pages. He had some bits left to go, but he reckoned that he wouldn't have to purchase another journal before all was over and done with.

No one with a sound mind in this world of insanity would be likely to read a journal depicting the innermost thoughts of an assassin in his prime.