"They tell you not to tell, make you swear on whatever it is that is worth swearing on, yes? Even among the Crows such a thing was not truly considered acceptable. Tampering with the goods before they could make anything of them might break us or something like that." He settles back on his heels- sits properly, voice somewhat detached from what happened. It cut, he bled, he lived, it scarred over and faded in time.

Save for when things reminded him of it but- he had his closure.

"You know, I always found it a little funny that I lived in a brothel until I was sold to the Crows and not once was I ever in any danger of such a thing there. But three weeks into my training with the new master?" He waves a hand. "I killed him later, of course. I think I was...sixteen? Seventeen? That helped."