"I apprenticed to the best wetboy in Cenaria. I had enemies from day one."

He shrugs. He is and was well aware what he signed up for, there are zero regrets about it and that is maybe hard to convey to Marc.

"But it wasn't me they were after. An old friend tracked me down, came asking for my help, get back into the business. Things were bad." He sighs heavily. "He was shot with an arrow in the neck, mid-conversation. I buried him myself. I left after that. Elene hated it, hated me. But I had to."