(depicted below) 'The room is hushed, lit with candles. Seven men sit discussing how to further proceed with the war in a dusty stable. The candle's light glints off of armor and naked blades. Just as one is about to speak, Myst drops from the rafters and makes seven strikes, seven slashes, and seven lifeless bodies crumple, all before Myst's cloak reaches the ground.' Myst was one of my more evil assassins. He didn't care who he killed as long as it served to reward him somehow. His shortsword was made of Glassteel, and his eyes had a permanent true-sight spell cast on them.