(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

travel your path with you."
I grunted, "I- don't think that's a good idea right now. I'm afraid I'm in a bit
of trouble currently." Would the thugs storm the bar? I hoped I wouldn't be
responsible for a slaughter. Then again, by the look of it the patrons were
hard as nails. They may be able to take care of themselves.
Dak'kon's gaze changed. It looked as if he was looking past me once again, "I
am old, yet I have traveled far. The arts of war are known to me. The tides of
this city are known to me. Where you stab in the dark, my blade strikes true.
Doors locked to your hand are corridors to mine. In knowing these things
through me, you will become strong. I would walk your path with you."
"No," I said, shaking my head, "I can't allow someone to get hurt by my own
mistakes." Or Morte's.
"I would have you hear me." Before I could turn to leave, Dak'kon spoke
again. I was finding it difficult to turn away as long as I held his attention.
"You are a stranger to this city. In not knowing it, the city is a danger to you.
Two blades carry more weight than one, even when left in their scabbards."
As he spoke, his blade shifted to its original dead black once again.
Reluctantly I nodded. "If you insist, then I accept. An extra blade would be
welcome."
"Your path is mine." Strangely enough, his voice seemed distant, and it
echoed, as if he were speaking from across a great distance.
It was time to spill some blood.
Chapter 23
"When we're done with yeh, yer gonna wish yeh were as pretty as yeh are
now."
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