You'd be wrong to think that I know nothing of how the world works. I am not a knight--but my own brand of honor and duty guide my blade in every strike. I am not clad in bright majestic armor, but slink in the darkness and prowl in the shadows. I do not announce my noble intent before the people as I hunt my enemies down, but strike before they know of any danger lurking nearby. My enemies call me by a hated and feared name that all would turn away from; but my Brotherhood is the noblest of bands in the land, my cause the righteous and honorable goal, my intent to protect and defend those that cannot protect themselves.

I am a lair and fake, and my guise a way simply to get where I need to be. I use anything and everything to my advantage, people if need be. Politics, war, and rogues and thieves, mercenaries and courtesans. All are considered ill and wrong; all are my allies.

But I would never, ever give up my honor, my virtue, my nobility. I may be a snake in the grass, but I am not a cold and considerless predator. And I will always let the innocent find favor in my blade, I will always let honor guide its path, and I will always go out of my way to do what is right.

I do not think...I could live with myself otherwise.