For over a decade already, the region had an invincible swordsman. Little was known other than those whom he set his eyes on to defeat would surely fall. He was also a vigilante, taking the law into his own hands and tearing down gangs of bandits easily before prying his reward from their dead fingers.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">However as always, it was said, "It is a matter of time before age catches up with him and he is replaced by another." But that was said half a decade ago, yet, he showed no signs of faltering.</span><br/><br/>------<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">The Keeper's Hive, or rather the Hive was one of the largest bandit dens in the city of Eastside. The soldiers who approached it failed their quest to suppress the bandits and returned with great losses. It was because of them the city ceased to be as safe as it was supposed to be, little did they know that it was about to change.</span><br/><br/>The Boss, folded his legs on his chair as he counted the profits for the day. Due to their threatening presence, the civilians were much more careful and carried smaller amounts of money on them. Those flaunting their wealth were as good as placing a target to the back of their heads. It was here where he would take three tenths of the earnings and have the rest split up according to their crude hierarchy. After this was done, he would need to check on how the defenses were going, the latest skirmishes had left much of their traps damaged and each were needed to be checked just in case it backfires on them.