my love affair with water runs deep into my soul,
the serenity as intense as the tides ebb and flow
As Zidane indicated they should keep moving, Amun nodded. However, he was more distracted by listening to the sounds around them, trying to strain his ears. When the other man looked back slowly, however, the potter spoke in the quietest of whispers. "Let's keep moving." He did just that, picking up the pace a little bit.
However, as they did, another noise came from behind them, this time of something scraping against the ground. Sighing, Amun turned around, an almost expectant expression on his face. "I don't suppose you'd like to talk about this?" His voice was cheerful, almost friendly.
The three thugs who emerged from the shadows were anything but friendly. Two of them had clubs, while the third held a knife like she knew how to use it. "Cough up yer belongings and we'll let ye live." That was the man in front, who was apparently the leader if the way the other man and the woman looked at him were any indication.
However, as they did, another noise came from behind them, this time of something scraping against the ground. Sighing, Amun turned around, an almost expectant expression on his face. "I don't suppose you'd like to talk about this?" His voice was cheerful, almost friendly.
The three thugs who emerged from the shadows were anything but friendly. Two of them had clubs, while the third held a knife like she knew how to use it. "Cough up yer belongings and we'll let ye live." That was the man in front, who was apparently the leader if the way the other man and the woman looked at him were any indication.
nothing is softer or more flexible than water,
yet nothing can resist it
AMUN
