Anton Thacker, the poor thirteen year old who lives in the tavern, was felling a pine tree,

he could
hear the thwack, thwack, thwack of the other woodcutters as they chopped and felled trees. Antons
face was covered in wood and dirt, he was used to it, used to being covered in debris. After four
more hours of this continuous work the day was up. Anton started slowly walking back to the lumber
mill where he would collect his pay, fifteen crons every two weeks, not much but enough, because
fifty driks equals one cron. So when Anton got back he collected his pay went to the tavern and fell
onto a stool, hark the bartender asked the usual?.
Anton answered with a slow nod, his usual was a big glass of whiskey. After that Anton payed the
bartender and went up to his room. His room was the tiniest of them all, it had a small bed and a
dresser thats it, Anton chose this one because its the cheapest, twenty five driks a night.


When Anton woke up he went to the lumber mill and collected his axe and two man saw then
headed out to his new designated area to mill. On the way he felt like he was being watched, like
eyes were watching him in the bushes, or maybe the trees. He decided he would do a bit of
adventuring after work, so four hours later he carefully went back the way he came, and looked
around until he found something laying in the middle of the track, a piece of parchment. On the
parchment it had a form of directions, to somewhere. So Anton being the curious boy he is decided
to follow them, he followed them for about an hour then he decided it was Ludacris, just idle
ramblings someone did in there spare time and carelessly dropped them. So he decided to lay back
on the rock ledge behind him. As he lent back he fell back into a hidden cavern, it was lit with
torches. And finely hewn out of stone as if a master stonemason had taken several years to shape
and carve the glossy walls and floor. The most strange thing was that the furniture looked as if it had
been used regularly, because there was no dust buildup on the furniture. It was then and only then
did he notice him, he was a giant man, the size of a baby fire drake, maybe even bigger. But Anton
only then recognised his battleaxe it was taller than Anton. so youre da one ive herd so much
about? said the man in an accent Anton did not recognise.
W-what h-have you heard-d b-bout?said Anton starting to get a little worried for his life.
Noot much besides thires a yong lad hoo is poor an needs moony, an is a little sneacky according to
round ere. Even more accented this time.
Anton didnt answer.
Boot im gonna offa yoo a job, as an assassin. Said the man grinning.
An a assassin? said Anton starting to slowly lose the fear for his life.
Yep an assassin, wadda ya say?said the man with his hand out ready to shake.
I dont know, whats the pay? said Anton curiously.
Depends on da job yar takin said the man with a grin.
I think im in said Anton.
Good, your gonna liv ere with the rest of The Shadow Walkers den. said the man.
By da way me names Sedgar, im da boss round ere. said Sedgar.
So Anton the next day when he woke up collected his few possessions and sneaky as he could crept
back to the den, as they called it. When he got there Sedgar was waiting for him with a small crate.
Sedgar handed him the crate and said In dere yill find everythin a beginner needs, clothes black as
night backed up with hardened leather and your dagger, bow and som arrows, yor rooms da second
one on da left straight down the all, ohh I almost forgot welcome to the group.and with that Sedgar
turned clumsily on his heel and walked off.

Anton then went to his new room, it was bigger than the tavern room. It had four cupboards, a king
sized bed with the finest of satin and silk. Which Anton guessed they had been payed with on an
assassination.

So Anton got dressed and went to explore a little.