Hemin
If you forget to breathe...
Hemin waved away Amun’s concern with his hand. ”If this guy didn’t care to hide his tracks earlier, I have a feeling he’s the type that doesn’t care if he’a found. Plus, why worry when we have you around, blessed brother.” He hopped off the table and strutted towards the furnace, where a blacksmith was working on a set of twin axes.
Most of the people Hemin bothered shrugged him away. This carpenter pretended Hemin didn’t exist. Another did try stabbing Hemin, but he bowed in apology just in time to avoid a haircut.
After getting someone who could give him an answer, he scoured the area To find Amun again.
”Hey Amun! Does a grey-hood mean anything to you? One of the guys said something about making a machete for a guy with a grey hood. A machete would match the slash marks I saw. I think.”
Most of the people Hemin bothered shrugged him away. This carpenter pretended Hemin didn’t exist. Another did try stabbing Hemin, but he bowed in apology just in time to avoid a haircut.
After getting someone who could give him an answer, he scoured the area To find Amun again.
”Hey Amun! Does a grey-hood mean anything to you? One of the guys said something about making a machete for a guy with a grey hood. A machete would match the slash marks I saw. I think.”
I may not be there to remind you.
