Shadowmark

I lay here on a cot, a lockpick in hand, and my other hand rubbing along the elk fur lining the cot. This was my life now I was to rot in this prison for killing a farmer. Which needless to say, he deserved it, but also because it was my contract to. Now I sit here in silence with the body of a dead stranger to keep me company.

I look at the grate beside the man. To the right of it I see a mark etched into the wall, and decide to inspect it.

And that was where my whole life changed.