Miststalker

THINKING ABOUT HIS BLOODY LIFE What's a blade ? It's death in a piece of steel. It's a few ounces of metal, stained with the blood of a thousand men. And sometimes, it's the memory of a thousand slaughters – but most men prefer to call them battles, because "bravery and honor" sounds a lot better than "organized murder". The old man sat uneasily in his armchair, alone in his oversized castle. He had dismissed the servants for one month, four weeks ago. He needed to think. No one could help him, and he was here, alone and brooding, thinking about a bloody life. His. He had experienced offenses of a fickle fame. But he had no regrets. H