However, he could not find, he went onto his knees for a closer look, but to no avail. While rubbing through the grass with his hands he looked up just to see in front of him and noticed that someone was running towards him in a hurry. He stood up and looked intently wondering whom this could be; he put his hands on his sword just in case. After going through so many assassinations in his life he felt paranoid, this is something you could not help. People knew who you were; they avoided you as you walked through town as if you had the plague. Those were assassinated wanted revenge on their loved ones, so you had to watch your back. Oxall did feel lonely at times because this sort of work meant being on your own a lot of the time and even though he got used to the idea he wanted something else from life. A few years back he wanted to start a family and this was going to be with the daughter he adopted however when she died he thought that was the end of it so he never changed his occupation. “Hey there,” shouted the stranger who was running towards him. Oxall noticed that he was waving but could not quite understand what he was saying, “I can’t here you.” Oxall started to walk towards him; he thought he must have needed help from Hickli the town nearby which had burned. The stranger finally caught up with him and before he could talk, he stopped and took a deep breath and leaned over. Oxall put his hands on his back and gave him what water he had left to him. “Thanks, I needed that” the stranger took the skin bottle and drank a few sips, he wiped his lips and in a panic he started to talk. “Hey I need your help, the town has been burned as you can see,” the stranger pointed towards Hickli, “there are many injured and thousand have dead. I am one of few who managed to escape the fire, and need help to clean up the city and help those in need, please come back with me and help.”