The Price of Vengeance

I was a famed assassin. She knew my name. Everyone did.
Feral. Death's very own hound.
 
But she was the one that'd left our hut in the dead of night. And I wasn't one to forget something like that.
 
I'd gone looking for her when she left things the way she did. She was nowhere to be found then.
 
Yet here she is now. Standing in my tavern. With her cloak in a pile around her ankles and offering me her body in plain view of every rogue in here.
 
Bold move. But she was nothing if not that.
 
She thought I'd give in and said yes to this venture to rescue someone she loved because of some misplaced honor. Not in the least!
 
I said yes because I intend to wreak vengeance on her, for what she did to me.
 
Every chance I get, I'm going to make her miserable. And I'm going to take great pleasure in doing so.
 
Welcome to my world Warrioress. Where the price of vengeance comes much higher than a bit o' coin.