"You're quite tough. That body is a waste on you." The assassin said with a smile. He glared at Arad from a distance with a smile on his face.
"That's for me to decide. It's my body, and I decide how to waste it." Arad replied, holding his sword in a guard and watching the assassin's movements. ^I will look for an opening and cleave his head.^
"And wasting it protecting slaves was your decision? Won't it be better if you joined us at the assassins' guild?" The assassin extended his hand holding his dagger. "We will make a great man out of you. Wild beasts need protection, don't they?" He already knew Arad was a werewolf from the claws.
"I won't. And don't you mean the thieves guild?" Arad growled, glaring at the assassin with open eyes.
"Thieves guild? Do you have beef with them?" The assassin stared at Arad with a confused face, "That's for the better. My client is someone else, and I'm sure they can help you with that." He extended his second hand to Arad.
