Unread postby Aldraia Dragonsong » March 16th, 2012, 2:11 am
Time crawls slowly past - and then, suddenly, a voice says from very near Taru, "I expected better of you."
A short, dark-haired man emerges from the trees, stalking over to the suddenly-silent men around the campfires. The man is unremarkable, save for the aura of menace he currently exudes. The pattern and coloration of his clothing are well-suited to hiding in a forest such as this.
The firelight gleams briefly off the metal of the Kumo hitai-ate tied around one of his arms, making the careless slash through the symbol stand out all the more.
"Careless, all of you," he chides softly, coming to a halt behind one bandit in particular. The bandit is sweating, hand locked around the sword he was sharpening.
"I walked all the way around this camp, and not once did any of you spot me," the short man continues, tone conveying no more than mild annoyance. "Pathetic."
He pauses, and silence stretches across the clearing for a long moment.
"You have one last chance," he concludes. "I spotted a small traveling party heading this way. We strike tomorrow night."
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Random Scholomance Quote of However Long It Takes Me To Get Bored of the Last One:
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