"No one cares. Do your damn job, or get replaced by someone who will. Meat and bones, who cares what the end result looks like as it gets dumped into the river. Just a waste of time between cradle and grave. No one cares."<br/><br/>He drained his mug, before slamming it down onto the table, and refilling it from the pitcher. "And why do you care? No one else does. I kill people, what I do, all I CAN do. Born good with weapons, good with sneaking. What else could I do? Thief taker? They get gutted because the rest of the guard think they are barely a step above what they catch, if even that. Circus performer? Sorry, too much respect to amuse people until someone screams witchcraft. No sense of humor any way. Who cares anyway? The gods are gone, their isn't an afterlife, just a stretch of oblivion waiting for us. Not time for us mere humans, not like those damn dwarves, or you elves. Just scurrying about like mice, trying to convince ourselves that the meaningless routines we do mean something, other than to support the rich and powerful. No one cares. Just wasted spaced, resources, and time."