The knowledge needed to be an assassin was a hard thing to catch; it couldn't be intuitively learnt, merely taught. As such, Yfyr, despite having the power needed, required the training. The Temple was Dark, Shadowy, Yfyr rested in the corner of the training room, ready. His master would come, he would learn, and then...
Then he would be an assassin in name.
He had returned to the Bogan after many years away, many years learning Dark secrets of knowledge that he would never pass on. He would take this new knowledge with relish, he would embrace it.
The Dark Side would empower him.
Then he would be an assassin in name.
He had returned to the Bogan after many years away, many years learning Dark secrets of knowledge that he would never pass on. He would take this new knowledge with relish, he would embrace it.
The Dark Side would empower him.