“So, how long have you been evading the law?”
The speaker was a tall man in a brown coat, with a hooded cloak hiding his face. In front of him stood another man, with odd metallic plates attached to his shoulders and forearms.
“I don’t think you should be asking that question,” the other replied. “The last guy who asked… he found out very quickly.”
The cloaked man laughed quietly.
“A true fighter never makes threats idly. What brings you here, then? More armor? Equipment?”
“Only this.”
The other drew a packet from under his worn coat, and handed it to the cloaked man. The man opened it, and began reading. The other man waited, fingers drumming quietly on his forearm. Suddenly, the cloaked man looked up, his hood slipping back.
“What is this nonsense?! I ordered you to get me a pass to the border– not this!”
He shoved his arm out to show the other the letter, but sagged back, clutching his neck. A small splinter of wood was sticking in it. He stumbled backwards, then collapsed.
“You shouldn’t have asked me why I was here,” his companion said. “If you hadn’t shown your suspicions in that comment, I would have trusted you.”
He turned as a guard entered the street.
“Officer, this man assaulted me as I arrived. He seems to be under the delusion that he wanted to escape to the border.”
As the cloaked man was escorted off, the man smiled. His job had been completed ahead of schedule. Now if only he could get a boat…
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