From the looks on their faces, I guessed my teeth still dripped with the mead-filled blood. I couldn't help the sly smile that tugged my lips. The Silver-Hands needed the funds desperately, so naturally I just had to have it for myself.
Further still, I saw what I came there for: a chest brimming with weapons and gemstones. Beyond him, four equally drunk lowlifes grinned at me, anxiously waiting for their boss to order my slaughter. “Ya' ain't that good of a thief, are ya'?” It was a pathetic sight. Between his labored breathing I could hear the steady drip of blood hitting the floor as it slid off my dagger. My eyes settled on him as I leaned against the door frame, watching him sway back and forth slightly. “Think ya could get the drop on us, vampire?!” The bandit's question was rhetoric, dipped in venom and slurred by whiskey. Posted by Kendrix Trixie on Octoat 1:39am
