Vindictus appeared back in his guild office and flopped down in his chair. He was not sure what to think of everything that had happened. He did not remember anything like this from his last life and had to wonder if maybe he could have taken the coin to someone else and achieved a different end result. He had heard rumors of an underground assassin's guild in the capitol in his last life but no one, including him, had even been able to prove it. They had been to well hidden. He felt that he was getting close about the time he was killed in his last life.