Silver and Quill. A mage and an assassin, though I dislike the term. We even have a name for little Duo. "Thistles of Circumstance". I thought it was rather clever.

Our unlikely partnership started as a temporary thing and I had intended for it to stay that way. However, things change. A royal screw up during our last assignment together forced us to run from our home. With no way to clear our name we can never return. What's worse is we're being followed. By who or what we're not sure but we don't intend to find out if we can help it.

We fled the only way we could, through the very dimensions themselves. We take work where we can find it in a form that suits our unique talents; Bounty hunting. Dirty work but it pays well enough and accommodates our nomadic lifestyle.

We never stay in one place for too long but this time something felt different, wrong. The harmonious nature of this world is a front, a guise, the rug under which you sweep the secrets you want to stay hidden. A rug which fate has politely turned the corners up for us to trip on.