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Post by Assassin Khan on Aug 5, 2012 18:32:56 GMT -5
Shaymen trudged through the snowy roads. Many people were looking over toward him, but Shaymen kept his platinum blonde locks over his eyes. The town was strangely silent which made him wonder what was wrong. The assassin turned toward the mill but couldn't go there. Instead he walked over to the tavern and sat on the steps. His cloak was wrapped loose enough for Shaymen to have his twin swords ready at all times. The hilts were on his back just above his waist. Right about now Shaymen felt like killing the town elder.
The assassin saw the old man walk by just as he looked up. Silently, Shaymen stood up and followed. He grasped the hilts and slid his swords down out of their sheaths. As he neared the elder, Shaymen concealed his breathing.
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