Cairn moved through the fog near-silently, the only noise coming from the faint crunch of his footsteps on the ground. He knew he was going to have to work on that. He was going to have to work on a lot of things. That was partially the reason he was here so early, in order to better prepare himself for training that day. At first it had seemed easy-he'd been so full of confidence, so sure that killing was something he could do well. Now that confidence had faded a little. The other people he had met were already so talented, and while he wasn't the type to give up easily he did feel a little disheartened. It was not a feeling he enjoyed. If he ever wanted to be a truly talented assassin then he was going to have to nip emotions like that in the bud.
Eventually he reached what seemed like a good place to stop, somewhere not quite as shaded with a bit more space than the rest of the forest. Once there he began to stretch out self-consciously, trying to get himself in the correct mindset. To be honest, the thought of taking a life had never bothered him as much as some seemed to think it should. It was more the worry that he wouldn't be good at it, that he would slip up that plagued him. After all, killing someone was easy. It was getting close enough to someone to do it which was the real problem
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