Dust hung heavy in the air of a tavern as a hooded young man stepped in from the drizzling rain. His heavy boots against the wooden floor boards were the only noises as the entire tavern turned and stared.
Eyes shifted and glared at him as he sat on the cracked leather seat of a bar stool.
His face was obscured in the shadows of the hood, and his hands were gloved. Rain water dripped from the shoulders of his cloak.
A bald man with scalp tattoos eyed him closely from the other side of the bar. Silently, the man stood and walked over, stationing himself directly behind the newcomer.
“Let’s see who hiding under that hood, shall we?” the man growled, and reached forward to grab the top of the young man’s hood.
But, almost too fast to witness, the hooded figure’s hands had grabbed his two blades sheathed at his waist, and made a fierce stabbing motion toward the tattooed man behind him.
The man fell to the ground, dead.
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