This was the last job. He knew it and had accepted it. The dagger wound in his gut was proof of that. He could feel the burn of whatever had coated the blade spread into his bloodstream. He knew that whatever it was it was not put on the blade to make his last moments peaceful.
That didn't matter though. What mattered was the bundle he carried on his back. The bundle that made soft sounds and wiggled in its carrier. What mattered was what that woman made him promise. "Save her."
Grell had been riding along the great north road on his way to the Kingdom of the Winds. He had been traveling there to give up his life of a mercenary. He wanted to seek redemption for his life of violence and greed.
No. That wasn't it. Grell never took money from those he found to be evil. Maybe he wanted to receive forgiveness for the lives he had taken.
That wasn't it either. Those lives he took had been those of evil people... or those of people that were trying to kill him.
It was because of her. It was f