The Hashashin and Amur

“They’ve left, so they won’t come back, right?”

“I don’t know. We can only hope for the best. I was so surprised when Comrade Kal Renaro suddenly contacted me.”

Amur.

The man who could be called the representative of Tramata’s Labor Advocates was pouring and drinking alcohol with an exhausted expression.

“Hashashin, of all things. Out of so many beings, why the Hashashin? They’re the last people anyone from this area would ever seek out.”

Even among those who dwell in the shadows, the Hashashin were beings you absolutely did not want to provoke.

Beings who wouldn’t hesitate to slit a person’s throat if things went wrong.

Fanatics.

Rumor had it they could freely change their appearance, turn invisible, and even fly.

Moreover, they were Monsters capable of assassinating even renowned Tribal Chiefs if the situation called for it...