"Hey asshole." Somebody spoke loudly. Everyone became silent immediately.
I turned around and looked towards the entrance of the tent to find a dark skinned, tattooed thug staring at me.
He was short like a midget, but his inked arms were super thick, like popeye.
[Arman Strong
Race: Human
Occupation: Right Hand of the Thief Guild Passion
Girlfriends : Que Ann (main)
Wen Che (side chick)]
Que Ann and Wen Che, huh? Both short girls… What do they think about him?
"..." Que Ann averted her eyes and looked away, but Wen Che eagerly stared at him.
I see how it is…
"What kind of bigshot numbskull are you?" He spoke cockily.
Cocky, mean, overconfident. Oh wait, he's asking about me?
"I'm a humble priest standing here on this auspicious day to guide an innocent lamb."
No throwing hands with this dude, it's obvious I'll lose in a head on fight.
