By the stone. One hundred and three years on my own today. The Ironclaw Elders said I'd be back within a decade, begging to return to the clan's perch. Instead, I've secured more high-profile contracts and thwarted more assassination attempts than I can count. Independence isn't given. It's carved from the mountain, one stubborn, backbreaking chunk at a time. Still a long way from that peak of my own, though.