The little assassin's history was quite complicated. She had told Lyra everything about herself.
She had no name, but the assassin guild where she worked had given her one.
Six.
That was her name. Apparently, there were other children her age being trained as assassins. As the leader was too lazy to think of names for them, he simply numbered them.
She was fourteen years old, of average height, obviously malnourished, but highly skilled in killing people, exactly what Aetherius wanted.
Her parents had been commoners, kidnapped and sold into slavery when she was just three years old. She had wandered alone at a young age and when she finally reached the town where her parents had been sold, she discovered they had been killed by the aristocrat they worked for while attempting to escape together.
Unable to take revenge, she found something new to do: killing other noblemen, even if it was free.
Lyra squatted in front of her, resting her chin on her palm.
