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Vay
Guest
That asshole. That two-timing, kill stealing, over-confident, arrogant magnificent bastard. If he wanted to make a game of it, a game it would be, once the mark was dead. I just needed to tell him the change in plans. I smirk under the mask knowing that for the first time in years I was facing someone who would put up a challenge. Shaking my head and sheath my sword. I knew full fell he would have dodged the swing, but he had lost a few steps... I look at the bracer lying in the dirt and shake my head the revelation of seeing him still fresh in my mind as I give chase my leather books pounding against the dirt road my cloak blowing back to reveal my armored vest over my expensive white silk shirt. The players were assembled he just needed to know whose side each was on. He of course know his own loyalty along with that of one other. But the armed woman, he needed to know if she was a threat.
"Do you always run from strangers without knowing what they want?" I called out with a laugh, this is what I do, my element. I am never happier than when I know who must die. I show both hands to be empty, and slowly walk towards where they must be hidden. "I only want a word with the adulterer in private, and you have my word he will not be harmed by me."
"Do you always run from strangers without knowing what they want?" I called out with a laugh, this is what I do, my element. I am never happier than when I know who must die. I show both hands to be empty, and slowly walk towards where they must be hidden. "I only want a word with the adulterer in private, and you have my word he will not be harmed by me."