Hemin
If you forget to breathe...
”Well, I wanted to avoid chasing this guy in his own turf. Or gal. Can’t be sexist now, can I.” Hemin clasped his own knuckles and frowned. He pulled out his dagger and watched at how dull it looked in the light of the guild’s interior.
”All I know how to do is trap and trick. But I don’t think this grey-hooded gal would fall for my traps. And even if they did, they probably wouldn’t be too flattered.” Hemin turned to Amun and held the dagger facing up between the two of them. He made sure not to look like he was threatening him, as to revive any hostilities like earlier.
”You don’t think you could share a blessing of yours with me, could you?”
”All I know how to do is trap and trick. But I don’t think this grey-hooded gal would fall for my traps. And even if they did, they probably wouldn’t be too flattered.” Hemin turned to Amun and held the dagger facing up between the two of them. He made sure not to look like he was threatening him, as to revive any hostilities like earlier.
”You don’t think you could share a blessing of yours with me, could you?”
I may not be there to remind you.
