You're talent, and we're the talent scouts.
Be polite to all, friendly to none. Be professional. Be ready to kill everyone and everything.
One lot apiece, one chance to undo an error or secure a fate.
Wisdom, Niko thought as he leaned his cheek against his long-handled rake, cannot be had without price. And that price is blood. The sound of it in your veins. The pound of it in your head. The volume of it in a human body; the sickness when you've spilled it.
You have crossbows: Shoot early; shoot often.
Some nights, valor and cold purpose aren't enough.