Name's Stark. I'm an assassin.
Those were the only words that stood out to Conrad. The man was tall with short silver hair, his expression had shifted into a wide, unnerving grin. He could tell by the animosity in those blue eyes, that Stark was serious.
_Who is this guy? _
Connie swallowed hard. His body stiffened, ready to go on the defensive.
He didn't know how to react to other assassins outside of Sardes. The only two he had ever encountered showed hostility. But with them, the situation called for it.
_Is he really an assassin? _
When he used [Sensory] on him, he couldn't pick up on any abnormalities in his Aura flow. His Soul Gate also seemed to be fully present and untampered with. He could have been lying about it, but it was naïve to think that all assassins could use Aura, and besides…
