Author Notes: Very self-indulgent.
I am not a warrior, but I come from a family and land of dealers of death. Even as a child I was aware of the fact that death has a price. Sometimes it can be paid in gold, sometimes it has to be paid in toil and danger, sometimes with a piece of your soul.
There is a price for Death, too, for the terrible certainty that freezes the blood of the bravest of men and seeds terror in terrible armies. I know its amount in all important currencies and a few obscure ones, as well as the rate in subtler still denominations like beauty and honor. I know how to invest those riches, how to make them hidden yet available, how to have them flow with elegance to be used yet not seen. While not as noble as my Mistress', it is an art, one I am devoted to.
She knows this, and for this she has allowed me to continue my work for her, and has promised me the highest of honors.
I am not a warrior, but when my time comes, I shall take a sword and die by Lady Shiva's hand.