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It's been months that Cratch was put into slavery and locked away in a strong cage that made escaping impossible. Most buyers just glances at him and then his little description tag and walk off. None of them too keen to the idea of having a slave that had a eye patch stitched into his skin, most of his face covered up, and a former assassin that can easily kill them in their sleep.... Like others that were stupid to let their guard down. Let's just say it was their last mistake. Killing his past three masters and mistresses was also on the little tag.

So he was very much surprised that he was dragged out of his cage, that he thought for sure that'll forever rot in there, and collared and chained up and thrown into the transporting truck. Cratch had no idea where he was going nor did the guards feel chatty around him.

All he knew, the drive took hours and it was suddenly very cold, or at least for him since he did nap most of the ride and woke up due to the freezing temperatures. Not long, the truck stopped and Cratch was once again dragged out of the truck and to the big white castle in the white landscape and trees.... It was all very.... bright.... Anyway, the guards stopped dragging him once they reached the front door and rang the door bell.

Not only was Cratch was confused by his new master's reaction to him by suddenly exclaiming "You!" with a shocked expression on his face and finger pointed right at him. Then pulled him inside the white castle and shut the door.... He's definitely going to have to find some dark room or even a corner would do otherwise he just might go blind.

"what are you doing here!" The elf yelled, still wearing the same expression as he did when he first saw Cratch.

The guards must have heard him because one of them knocked and shouted from the other side of the door. "Aren't you Soloris? You ordered a human slave didn't ya'. Well, you did say it didn't matter as long as they were male. We could always take him back and bring you a new one if Cratch here doesn't please you."

The former assassin caused his chains to jingle as he pointed his thump back at the door, which was behind him, Answer your question, Master? He asked. since he already had a few, he's used to saying the word 'Master'.

Cratch gave his master a confused stare, even more so than before, when the elf asked if he remembered him. Though Cratch was pretty sure that he never met him. But one thing that he did remember was the elven village. He was about to say something about it until the elf touch his forehead.

At first nothing happened, then the worst pain he had ever felt occurred. His head felt like it was splitting into five pieces along a very quick trip down memory lane. Sure, Cratch always remembered what he done and who he killed because chances are the targets and those evolved wouldn't forget him. Like his elven master was an very good example. When it was over, Cratch was laying on the ground sweating and breathing hard.

"Remember me now filth? Or do I need to do it again?"

After gaining control over his breathing, Cratch stood back up. "Sorry to say, I don't remember you- but I remember you're village. Anything you want to know like why I helped those men, who they were, and probably anything else. I can tell you, because I'm no longer under oath when the creed put me into slavery. Making me free to tell all of those little secrets that anyone wants to here. All you have to is ask. Oh, if you're still thinking you're the only survivor, you didn't look hard enough." He answered truthfully.

Since the creed abandoned him, he hold no loyalties to them. Plus the other survivors wasn't a lie. Cratch's job back then was to find a adult male elf that could use magic, nothing more nothing less. It the others that decided to make a manicure out of the hunt. Sure, killing wasn't avoidable even without the morons since the warriors and village guardians didn't like humans on their land. Those who stood in his way were cut down. But he didn't touch the families that were taking shelter in their homes when he searched, when asked Cratch answered none were there and left each one to continue hiding. It was part of his single moral that he ever had, don't kill targets that have small children. Since the elves weren't the targets and most had kids, they were spared by his blade and gun.

Though this act alone didn't make him a saint, it proved that he's not completely soul less and heartless.

Cratch rose an eyebrow at the elf trying to threaten and then bribe him to get more information out of him. Then it was back to threatening. Well, the elf was obviously distressed about the whole deal, who wouldn't and now he has a chance for answers. Sadly, Cratch didn't know everything the elf wanted to hear but he could tell him what he knew before going into the village.

"Didn't I say all you had to do is ask? No need for threats, "all you hold dear"? Sorry to inform you, assassins don't hold anything dear to them. Some do value their life and would do anything to live longer, me I don't even hold my life dear. Meaning, losing a eye, leg, head I honestly don't care. Anyway, again sorry to say I have no answers why those guys decided to turn that job into a manicure. I was hired by them to look and obtain some elf that was an adult, male, and could do magic. During the warriors' and guardians' defensive attack,those guys decided to a search and grab into a blood spilling event. I did take lives but only those warriors and guardians standing in my way from my objective. Some time after, the leader found me and gave me my pay saying that they found the elf. So I went on my way. If you want to know more, you'll have to ask one of them."

((I edited this post a little this morning, won't be on much today since it's my dad's birthday. Apart from that, I just love the border I picked for my post! Along with Cratch's pic and the black font it does very nicely I think.))

Great, a master dead set on revenge. Like this is gonna end well. One thing you learn quickly in the assassin business, revenge is a double edge sword and hardly has a fairy tail ending. But Cratch was the last person to judge his new master. So the elf was gonna use him like a hunting dog and probably a attack dog after he finds the rabbits? Eh, could be worst. The elf could have been his last masters. Making the former feared assassin in the creed a mere play thing in the bedroom. At least this master is making him out as the right tool for the right job. More blood on his hands isn't going to darken his already damned soul.

When his master suddenly approached him and touched his face, Cratch admit to give a little jump. Though he was used to pain, he didn't want to experience that brain splitting torment again. He was also surprised that the elf actually gave his eye back. It was nice and all, but after years of having one eye. It's going to take a few days to get used to the depth prosecution. "Just point me in the direction and I'll hunt, master.

Now Cratch's master is smiling, yet another sign that never meant anything good to him. Especially after the creed placed chains on him and sold him off to the nearest shop. He preferred it when the elf was ranting and looked like he was plotting. Glad you think so. If you let me see what you got so far, I can see if any of my old informants know anything. Since after I get paid, unless they hire me for another job, I mostly never hear from my employers. Those men were the mostly.
((No problem, I was in class most of the day when you decided to post in most of our RPs. I was O.O when I saw all of the posts I need to reply to lol xD ))

I figured as much. Besides the creed would only send a party after me and either put me in heavier chains or torment me to death. You wouldn't have some way for travel would you? Walking isn't gonna to cut it if you want the information as soon as you can and finally have your revenge.' He replied to the elf's warning after receiving the little information and to his master's threat about running away.

I just followed orders until their over confidence got the better of them and foolishly let their guard down. Cratched answered.