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Every life has a price. Rumors are spun within the dingy dens of illicit dealings, spread into crooked alleys, weaved through black-markets of a guild that sought to exchange the lives of others in return for obscure materials, or crowns of corresponding worth. Any were welcome to solicit the services of those that held many faces- as long as they had the purchasing power of wealth. The client need not even appear in person, but merely pass along their name to an intermediate via proxy and contact would be established by those bearing hollow masks.
Do you have a foe that you simply can't vanquish?
A brewing hatred that you wish to see quelled?
A rival of politics that need not stand in your path any longer?
Allow another to dirty their hands in your place. All that is required is a name. Anonymity of the name-giver sacred.
All that is required.. is your name.