Seven walked over to the bleeding mass that called itself Linvin and saw the guards still surrounding him. “All of you leave now,”
Seven told them. “I have this duty.”
An angry guard answered, “We will guard you. This fish is too slippery to be left alone. You may not be able to handle him.”
Seven knelt by the body and asked, “Do you know what it means to be a Mandrean Assassin?” In the time it took to snap one’s fingers, he threw a knife through the neck of the goblin who doubted him. Addressing the dying body he said, “It means I can kill anyone up to the rank of general and not have to give a reason. So if your friend over here annoys me…” He threw a knife with his other hand and again struck a goblin in the neck and dropped him in an instant. “…then I can kill him and not give a reason either. Does anyone else want to interrupt me or stay in my presence?” The other goblins ran for the great doors and took the guards there with them. Linvin and Seven were alone.