He tossed the pair of letters into the fire, watching as they caught, before he moved away, following the misty mountains north. He knew not where he would go, nor what he would do, but he was away from it all, he had made up his kind on that atleast, his shop, his home, both gone in a mighty blaze, the two things he had wanted to deliever, now burning behind him, he didn't care.
Another life behind him, no longer Aeonid, he would choose another name, start over again, for the final time, and this time....this time he would ignore what others thought of him and live the life he liked, he was a killer, a sellsword and a manhunter, and he always would be until he met one better then himself.
The mask was gone, he was finally happy. Pulling himself up into the saddle, he gave Pug a soft pat."Off we go lad, to better and brighter things."
It was his time to fade into memory.
