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

I smiled wickedly, "You know what I'm talking about, Lenny. Byron had you
steal some papers from Trist. I'm here to collect them."
He swallowed hard and the corner of one eye started to twitch. He glanced
again at the scars patterning my body, a tapestry of flesh that screamed pain
enough for a hundred lifetimes. His lips trembled, and desperately he tried
to meet my gaze. His neck was stiff as it craned back, and his eyes crawled
up along my flesh, but that was all. The alley rat couldn't even look me in the
eye
"Collect them... I... I destroyed the papers after I nicked them, just like Byron
told me to."
"Really?" I sneered, stepping towards him, one hand on my knife. Even if he
wasn't hunched over I would've stood more than a head taller than him,
"Then why are you so nervous, Lenny? Let me guess: Byron thinks you
destroyed the papers but maybe you didn't. Maybe you kept them. A little
blackmail material, perhaps?"
He stared at me for just a moment, then suddenly turned to run.
"Oh son of a-"
Just as he was about to bolt I leapt forward to grab him. He deftly slid out of
my reach and began to side step me, trying to slip past a sliver of space in
the narrow confines of the alley. Seeing my quarry about to escape I made
another, more desperate lunge. I wasn't the most agile of creatures, but I
bumped him, hard.
Off-balance, Lenny stumbled forward as Dak'kon burst from around the
other corner, striking Lenny in the chest with an open palm. The rogue was
slung backwards, boots-over-brainbox, and by the time he landed two
punch-daggers were wrapped tenderly around his throat.
"Hairy little rat, aye? I can give yeh a nice, close shave fer two coppers."
He yelped as the blades dug into his throat, "All right, I didn't destroy them!
I'll give them to you, just let me go."
"Ease up, Annah."
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