Hemin
If you forget to breathe...
"Amun! Thank you, brother. Bring it in!" Hemin reached for his extended hand so he could pull him in for a hug.
"This will definitely give me a reason to come into town more often." He let go of Amun and pretended to wipe away a tear. He then turned to hug the table and laid there for a second, smelling the stain of the wood amidst the chatter of the guild. As he laid there, he felt the arrowhead in his pocket against the side of the table, reminding him of the reason for which he came in the first place.
"Say, Amun. You wouldn't think my mystery hunter would have an affiliation with anyone from here, would you? Do one of your blacksmiths happen to make arrowheads like this one? Or anyone here specialize in traps?" He began to survey the guild to see if anyone matched the description of one who would support his mystery archer.
"This will definitely give me a reason to come into town more often." He let go of Amun and pretended to wipe away a tear. He then turned to hug the table and laid there for a second, smelling the stain of the wood amidst the chatter of the guild. As he laid there, he felt the arrowhead in his pocket against the side of the table, reminding him of the reason for which he came in the first place.
"Say, Amun. You wouldn't think my mystery hunter would have an affiliation with anyone from here, would you? Do one of your blacksmiths happen to make arrowheads like this one? Or anyone here specialize in traps?" He began to survey the guild to see if anyone matched the description of one who would support his mystery archer.
I may not be there to remind you.
