Kane sat up, looking through the open window. The clouds fluffy, and white, the sky blue, as if nothing had happened. He had lost almost everyone from his company. Their blood stained the ground bellow the sky. The wooden structure creaked as a knock hit against the wooden door.

"Sir, my master has told me to tell you breakfast is free today, and would like to see you eat." The voce stuttered.

"Thank you." Kane replied, softly not to disturb the resting woman on the single bed.

The rugged man closed his eyes remembering the day his companions died. He had taken the damsel a distance off, mending her wounds with a potion he had bought at the Temple of Uphena. He had also gathered the leftover gold coins form his fallen party, knowing they would come in handy.

"Kane" the voice paused, "Where be I?"

"You're at the Dragon's Breath Inn. I have been watching over your wounds intently. You need your rest and gather your strength." Kane replied.

"Kane we need be hunting that monster down!" Senyela shouted, sitting up in bed.

The damsel twitched at the pain in her chest, finding Kane sitting in a stool, glancing out the window. Blood stained his jerkin tossed to the corner of the room. His sword sheath empty, and his short sword resting against the wooden chair the man now sat in.

"No, we regroup. We obviously can't hurt him with any of our current weapons." Kane replied.

Senyela sat in her bed clenching the sheets, she lay in. Kane glanced back, walking over to the bed side.

"How long have I been out? Ye look like ye haven't slept in days." Senyela said.

"I haven't slept a full night's rest in a week; you have been out for about a week in a half." Kane replied.

"What!" Senyela replied.

"Calm down and rest. You need to heal." Kane replied, his hair falling half way between his eyes.

"How can I rest, when my men are dead?" Senyela said with a raised voice.

"Because running out there wounded will insure death, wait, be patient. I'm going down stairs to bring you breakfast, until then rest, we can discuss a plan when I return." Kane replied.

Senyela nodded as the rugged man exited the room, locking the wooden door behind him. Kane walked slowly down the steps, entering the bar table, looking at the bald man dishing out another drink to a morning customer.

"Ey, I haven't seen thee in days!" the man yelled.

"I need breakfast." Kane replied

"Yes, yes, yes. Um, here you go!" the bald fellow said, "And thanks for repelling the Iron Knight from our town."

"I'm only sorry I wasn't able to do more." Kane replied grabbing the tray of food.

As the man moved through the crowd to the stairs, he caught whispering voices. Kane turned his voice listing more intently to the conversation.

"I'm telling you, I know the baron!" the black skinned beggar shouted.

Kane tilted his head, trying to catch more.

"I know the man in the Iron Suit!" the man said, being shoved to the side.

Kane walked towards the man, placing the breakfast on the table beside him, taking a seat next to the man.

"You say you know the man under the iron armor?" Kane said, looking into the brown eyes.

"Yes," the ragged man replied, "he's an exile like most, but worse."

"Continue." Kane replied.

"I was the guard who covered up his tracks, and for punishment, I was banished from the city, and unable to wield a weapon again." The beggar said, rising up his ragged hands with no figures.

"What's his name, and how do I pierce the armor." Kane replied.

"It will take a magical blade, with metal stronger than steel, forged with wizard's fire, and by the hands of an extremely experience swordsmith." The beggar said, with smiling eyes, "His name is Von Vail, nephew to the previous ruler of the kingdom, or rather the king's deceased father. His sister married outside royalty, and the king through them to the side. However, the king was a wicked man; it's why Von killed him in the first place. No one knows what happened to Von, due to political problems. Too much publicity, to know that your cousin exiled you I suppose."

"If what you say is true, why do you want me to kill him?" Kane replied.

"Vengeance drives a man mad." The beggar laughed.

"Thank you for the help." Kane replied, throwing three gold coins down at the table the beggar was seated.

Senyela watched as Kane entered into the room, holding a tray full of food. The rugged man placed the food beside her on a small desk, helping the damsel sit up.

"Here eat this." Kane replied, place the tray on her lap.

"And my utensils," Senyela replied.

"You need some?"

"They're preferred." The women replied digging in with her hands.

Kane waited for the woman to finish her food before telling her the news.

"I know how to kill Von Vail, the Iron Knight." Kane replied.

"Wait? Von Vail, he's been gone for whom knows how long. I was but a lass when he crossed the sea." Senyela replied.

"We must forge a blade with metal stronger than steel, with wizard's fire." Kane replied.

"And ye know this how?"

"Because rumors spread, in order to confirm we will have to ask the same wizard who trapped him in the armor. The same man he's now hunting."

"And do you know his name?"

"I do, his name is Yaguil. You don't happen to know his residency, do you?" Kane asked.

"He's a long sought after wizard, whom trains the most exceptional students the world has ever seen." Senyela replied, "Of course I know where he is, who doesn't?"

'Then that's both good and bad." Kane replied.

"I think we should leave her at once!"

"Kiilla, calm down," Kane paused, "of course we are leaving here, but on tomorrow's sun rise."

Kiilla Senyela, was shocked, she didn't believe he had remembered her first name, most didn't even call her Kiilla, nor did she care to mention it.

"Alright, but if I am to travel with you, I must know your past." Senyela stated.

"What is there to know?" Kane replied.

"It seems that I can't trust thee completely without know why ye are the greatest fighter this world has ever seen."

"Did you complement me to sucker me into telling you?"

"Nay, I have fought many on the battle field, but none fight like you, not even Sir William the Strong, slayer of many dragons, who far surpasses my potential, and more so my skill."

"I'm a killer, not a soldier. A weapon," Kane spoke up.

"Nay, you saved my life, how can such be a killer?"

"Because it was why I was birthed," Kane said firmly.

"You make thine self to be like a demon, or vampire, none which I have seen. Ye can't be such things."

"I am not."

"Than what are you?"

"A man, twisted into a monster."

"By a spell," Senyela quarried.

Kane's metaphors and evasions didn't seem to be working with the damsel. He breathed in deeply.

"I am a man, beaten at the age of five, until he no longer winced at pain." Kane paused, as Senyela starred in horror, "I fought among a hundred other children my age, for fifteen years, knowing nothing but an urge to kill my brother beside me. I was trained in the air of bows, swords, and knives, to name a few. I fought every one of the hundred contestants all chosen, like me, at child birth. I was a slave to death, battle and war for thirty years of my life. I killed when told to; I was nothing more to my superiors than an attack dog, doing its job. I was taught to steal from my comrades and if caught I was beaten, for being caught in the act, not the act itself. It was survival, and only the strongest would come out alive. I was the strongest, the most efficient killer. That's why I survived, to see this world. It was be stealthy, and brutal, or die, and it twisted me into what I am now."

Senyela was frozen, as she sat up in the bed. She was out of words, nothing could be said to reply to the ugly truth behind such a character.

"I tried to right my wrongs, by protecting instead of killing, like soldiers are supposed to, but honestly, it didn't satisfy my need of redemption."

Senyela was still, not knowing if she should speak her mind.

"There is my past. Now that you know you should rest." Kane replied, sitting where he had been seated when Senyela had wakened.