Salrion slowly opened the door to the old house pulling Avangeline inside. The house was small but neat and homey. A small fire burned in the corner with comfortable looking chairs surrounding it. A small table was set up with several chairs under it. A set of stairs led up most likely to the bedroom. A man was looking at some maps on the table. He was dressed in black and was tall. His features were well defined and he had a short black beard. His black hair shone off the fire."Lucien! I need your help." Lucien raised his brow. "What with?" "I'm wanted within my guild now and I need a safehouse. I also need a safe place for Avangeline. It's a long story I just need somewhere." "Your welcome to stay here friend. I have a spare room downstairs in the basement. You two look tired. Go get some rest and we can speak in the morning." Salrion nodded. "Thank you friend." He led Avangeline downstairs. The basement was cold but not damp. A bed sat in the corner and the room was lighted with several lamps. A small table was also in the room. Salrion walked over sitting on the edge of the bed with a sigh. Avangeline walked over sitting beside him. "Now. Are you going to tell me why you didn't kill me?" she asked. Salrion sighed. "I don't know why...I guess just because I saw understanding in your eyes." She looked at him nodding. "I do understand." He looks at her. "How could you possibly know what I go through!?!?! You don't know what it's like to kill for a living!" He got up pacing around the room. "I understand youre a good person. You don't like killing and that's good. I know exactly what you have been through." He turns and glares at her. "How?!" She looks at him. "Because...I was once an assassin..."