@ERlKOFMORAVIA Steel like yours is not worn for murderโs sake. Iโm Wyll, the Blade of Frontiersโbandits feeling at liberty to my belongings is something Iโm far too familiar with. Whatโd he want of yours?
There are indents in the mud from how many times heโs reset his stance. The grip on his rapier is slick from sweat, voice hoarse from shouting the incantations channeled through the bladeโs tip, fire shooting in a cone into the sky. He scowls. Itโs not perfect.
โOnce moreโฆโ
โAs much as Iโd love to figure that out,โ he said, hands up, feigning defeat. He managed a laugh, but heโd be watching his back. โI think some questions are better left unanswered. Iโm certain the Absolute has some Warlocks in its employ that you could test them out on.โ
Wyll cringedโ his tent was on the other side of camp. If Minthara heard itโฆ
โIโllโฆ see about taking our โdiscussionsโ elsewhere, next time.โ
The Absoluteโs army didnโt leave too many inns standing on their warpath. In the back of his head, his patron cackled.
If you hear noises coming from his tent, do ๐๐๐ disturbโ currently dealing with some of the ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ก of his contract.