Silver Moraine you were one of those classic ones

He could feel the difference in the throbbing muscle in his chest. And exhaling, he swore he held that breath since birth. Almost as though she had completely defrosted everything that bound him tight, and simply blessed the horrors away with that twinkle in her cerulean gaze, with that smile in the lace trimmings of her voice. She unshackled the assassin from his life, and unbeknownst to her, she now held the key and was allowed to keep it.

"Give me a cycle and a half", he promised her. "And we will have a new home that nobody can cross without our say-so." And it was then his body prompted him into that little thing where, with his now wagging banner of obsidian, for him to pull back his lips a bit and grin at her rather boyishly. He was a handsome man under that calm cloak he wore, a logical one under the drape of mercilessness. In fact, he almost wanted to show her the woods currently, but she had a home, and lest she remain nearby, they would probably deem her unworthy.

"The way of humble vengeance is to make them sorry with your goodness," he began. "For your hard work and loyalty, they will take notice of you and crave your stay, but because of their slow notice and ignorance of your skills, when you leave, they will miss you." The dark warden chuckled, his banner returning to it's slowed procession until it halted all together. "Who knows? Their empire might fall from your absence, and they will have no one to blame but their naivity."