<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82770.msg3671689#msg3671689">Quote from: taino on 23-09-2010, 09:15:05</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div align="center">(http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz360/aia_taino/Isabellestarter.jpg)<br/><em><span class="bbc_u">~Isabelle~</span></em></div><br/>Isabelle smiled softly and nodded. "I am very relaxed thank you." She finished redressing and fixed her hair, pulling those blonde curls into a loose ponytail. She flicked it back over her shoulder and moved over to him, slightly behind him, running her hand down over the sword. "So tell me exactly.. what is it that you do?"<br/><br/>She asked inquisitively. Perhaps if she shared.. she'd answer any questions he had. If any.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>As he worked his way back into his pants, he sighed as her question. His job was one that was commonly misunderstood. It had distanced people from him since his first day, and he had hoped to avoid having to explain his line of work to Isabelle. However, she had asked, and he was not one to deny any person information.<br/><br/>"I am a swordsmith," he started out slowly. His voice was full of apprehension, afraid to give her the next job, lest she be afraid of him. "I am also...a contract assassin..."<br/><br/>Though he was proud of his work, when it came to talking about it socially or with those who did not know the field, he always felt shame. The scars that lined his body were a testimony to his years of having his job, and he did feel his job was a necessary one, but the shame he felt when he discussed it was always there.