"*What* am I, little mortals? Do not act as if we were not well-acquainted. I am the silent arrow toward the protected monarch, the heavy axe toward the helpless prisoner, the indifference of the powerful toward the weak's plights. I am the poison in the hand of the resentful spouse, the magic in the hand of the vengeful sorcerer, the law in the hand of the joyful tyrant. I am the first strike that felt on the first mortal to step out of line in their peers' eyes, and I'll be the last too. I am the adventurer's first recourse and the doctor's last.
I am murder, little mortals. Purely, simply, murder. And we finally meet in person."