“They asked you to do the impossible.”  Vara commented.  It was a simple statement, but one she believed to be true.  “You would not be the first assassin who was sent in to kill him.  Most of his harem also act as bodyguards of a sort and many would die for him.  Even if you got into the castle, got past the layers of security, you would die in that chamber of his, as others have.  Or if he was feeling sporting, he might let you escape and track you like an animal...Or he might have made you a blood bag or used that darkness you’re marked with against you.” None of the outcomes were positive.  She did not think Blackvayne was invincible, she knew for a fact he had vulnerabilities and vanities, but a single man would not pull down the empire he had built in a single blow.<br/><br/>“Perhaps we are more alike then either of us would want to admit.”  If what he said was true, then they both had been given up by the masters they were loyal to.  They both had spent a life serving a construct that no longer really had a true use for them.  Perhaps that was the true death ground, to have no place in a world that seemed to require you to belong somewhere.<br/><br/>“And what if you do kill Blackvayne?  If I help you and we find a way to remove him from this world, then what?  I sort of doubt they would remove that dark mark from you, yes?  There would just be a new enemy, new dark deeds...” She spoke the words with confidence because she knew them to be true. That was now her life had been, there was always some new threat to the Black lands that she was tasked with dealing with, until she was given up and left for dead.