They Shall Breathe Ashes, the famous assassin, has always worked alone.
The powerful don’t kill their opponents: succession engenders chaos, and stability is their ally. They merely need you to know they could kill you, and when They is on retainer, everyone knows. In the long afternoon of her career, she commands the wealth of nations for a handshake and a long slow smile.
The wealth of nations is cool. And hot. But it is not warm.
Banked embers can still burn you, and a hand once burned is ever after shy. They Shall Breathe Ashes never lets her fire die.