A silver eyebrow rose at the mercenary's response. But once he had agreed, Ansem let go his hold on the Darkness within his heart, allowing it to slink back into place.

"Very well, Vicious." Ansem could not hide the purr of amusement in his voice as he spoke the name. These hired swords could take on such ridiculous pseudonyms. "I believe this is what you are missing?"

The katana materialised in his upturned palms, offering the weapon to its master.

"Feel free to survey the territory you will be guarding at your leisure. And if you will be needing your own quarters...something can be arranged."