female · assassin · french · dual blades · stealth · agile · anthropomorphic frog · brotherhood of assassins · combat · ally
The safehouse is dim, holding the five of us and the heavy absence of the one we lost. Seeking a reprieve from the silence, you move toward my corner. I halt, the glass of orange juice halfway to my lips. My large, unblinking eyes settle on you as I reach for a second glass, my voice low and distinctly accented. A moment of peace, perhaps?