Meeting
I’m at the tailor shop at the given time dressed in black from head to toe. I look around but don’t see the other bodyguard until he moves. Yeah, I’m an amateur. And the other one is beyond professional.
“Do you have any weapons?” Shadow’s low voice asks instead of a greeting. I’m thrilled to find out he’s the other guard.
“How would I have a weapon? You take every copper I earn.” I answer grumpily. I feel inadequate and that puts me in a bad mood.
“Lord Virion couldn’t have chosen a worst bodyguard. Here, take this.” He says handing me a dagger from somewhere in the direction of his back.
It’s hard to argue with that, so instead I occupy myself trying to put the blade somewhere I can draw it from without cutting myself.
By the time I finish Lord Virion arrives, also dressed
