If he were a greedy man with no brains, Arkaus may have thought to take advantage of this “aristocrat” without wondering why such a deal was too good to be true. A smile of amusement spread across his face as he brushed his own ale to the side, taking a keen note that his companion was wise not...
The ‘merchant’ could only raise a brow at the first of many questions thrown at him, “Two horses, in fact.”
Arkaus found himself turning and following at his target’s insistence. He walked slowly at first, listening intently to the silver-haired man as he began his propositioning. Well, well...
“You want me to do what?”
Arkaus drummed his white-to-black ombré nails along the wood table with one hand while the other rolled two bone dice between his fingers. A shit-eating grin splayed across his face as he nodded towards the man in front of him, “You heard me Kataun. Strip.”
The poor...