The shame heaped upon me for failing to assassinate the mark assigned weighs heavily upon my honour and reputation within the Coterie. I hereby prostrate myself and beg leniency for my shortcomings. It may blunt your anger – and, therefore, the anger of the Coterie itself – to know that it was only through the intervention of an unknown element that the Orlesian managed to slip through our grasp. There is only one man in all of Kirkwall who could possibly stand against the will of the Coterie and emerge unscathed.
I speak, of course, of none other than the Champion.
Whatever business the Champion of Kirkwall had with such an inconsequential noble remains a mystery but, regardless, he arrived at the estate shortly after I did. As is m…Read more >