He grits his teeth, omitting a low, dissatisfied grumble, before he realizes something. "Wait... So you're going against a good amount of bandits with an inaccurate archer," He points to Andarra. "a toddler," He points to Elizabeth. "you," He pointed to Mor'du . "and... whatever you are?" He...
"Fuck no! They ambushed me in my home!" He took an aggressive approach, but, eventually gave up the façade. "Well... I can tell you, but, it seems I've forgotten~... Maybe a little bit of coin would jog my memory?" His voice faked a sweet tone, his face contorted in glee.
Gideon was overjoyed, quickly getting his bag off of the mercenary and hastily putting both the items, and the shield inside, as well as his daggers.
He saw the armor on the mercenary, tapping the piece of leather slightly. "I'll be back for you, sweetie~"
He slipped the rapier into its...
After Gideon had gotten out of his ropes, he fiddled the arrow out of his armor, it having cut through the leather and cloth to leave a shallow cut on his shoulder.
Gideon's face suddenly warped, taking on a sly, creepy grin, putting his hood up as he saw the dead body of the mercenary.
He...
As the arrowhead into one of his shoulders, Gideon Azule, expert thief, let out an angered, muffled, and shocked cry from behind the gag on him.
His dexterous hands tried to struggle out of the ropes.