Lover, Assassin, Witch....

People tend to underestimate me. Admittedly, a lot of that is what I work for. I wore the Green instead of the Grey when I worked, or no Jewel at all. I'm small, thin. I look delicate. I look weak. I wear flowing things designed to seduce that soften the lines of muscles well trained. By the time men touch me, they are too inflamed with lust to note the hardness under my skin instead of softness of untrained muscle. They comment lewdly on my flexibility, without realizing what it means in battle.

They do not know of the hours I spend training, pushing myself endlessly to increase the capacity of what my body can endure. They don't know the accuracy of my knife throws. They don't realize the precision with which I can cut.

They look at me with lust in their eyes. They see a soft, seductive whore.

They see what I want them to see.

They never look further, and that gives me every advantage when I drive my dagger through their hearts.