Understanding it was her turn, and trying to share as much as possible and yet not disclose too much, she began.  "I come from a family of mercenaries, four generations deep, everyone trained in the craft of warfare."  Most women trained as rigorously as the men, allowing them to choose what they wanted in life.  Did they want to become soldiers, mercenaries, or pass the knowledge along to their children and protect the home?  Bell’s sisters all decided to go out into the world, each carrying the family name as a badge of honor.  She was the youngest and most naturally gifted.<br/><br/>Her patrons, the ancient Medici family, had a long history with Bell’s family spanning several generations.  “I’ve heard of your exploits, Cade.”  She grimaced, “My mistress was highly entertained by Duke Ferdinand’s demise, although she felt you should have killed the woman.”  Looking at them, “I was only given the ring, the date we were to meet, and that two others would be also charged with the contract.”  They sat looking at each other, trying to determine commonalities between them.  Shaking her head in exasperation she smiled and let her exhaustion and hunger take over.  “Obviously we’ll need a little more time to ponder this mystery.  I say let me buy you all dinner.” Looking at them, Bell signaled a serving wench.