The woman was dangerous. He knew it. Could tell it by the way she handled herself. He saw the scabs, the scars, her tone, her air screamed danger. He was so used to the nobility of the Sultansworn and the order of the guilds (both the gladiators and the archers) that this was all foreign to him. His brain told him to jump out of the cart....to leave this woman behind and run back to Ul'dah, back to Kage on his knees begging for forgiveness. His heart felt different and it told his brain to shut up and stay put.
When they'd arrived and she waved him down, he did as he was told and listened to her rapid instructions, eager to not forget one detail. He would color his hair and wear the bandana....his name was no longer his....and then he realized one detail that could derail things. He reached up and rubbed his eyepatch slightly. "Aye....and what about this? Won't this give me away? And I need it..." He looked embarassed and blushed a bit having had to say the words. Had he become so latched to the piece of leather covering his scarred left eye?
When they'd arrived and she waved him down, he did as he was told and listened to her rapid instructions, eager to not forget one detail. He would color his hair and wear the bandana....his name was no longer his....and then he realized one detail that could derail things. He reached up and rubbed his eyepatch slightly. "Aye....and what about this? Won't this give me away? And I need it..." He looked embarassed and blushed a bit having had to say the words. Had he become so latched to the piece of leather covering his scarred left eye?
