[ He tips his head at Dean. It's so rare he gets to show off, he forgets how much he enjoys it. But his opponent isn't a slouch either. He steps back to lean against the bar, crossing his arms over his chest with an assessing look as he watches the first throw.
He'll say this for the Summoned, the majority of them are skilled with blades - and other weaponry. He learned that much in Nocwich.
It makes the ones who aren't stand out more. ]
Right before I arrived I was a runner for a wealthy family. [ A courier. ] More dangerous work than you'd think.
[ He unfolds his arms after a moment to reach for his beer before Dean throws the second blade, though he waits for it before drinking.
There's an amused wryness to his tone. He's not going to admit to being a spy or attempt to speak of what he was/is. ]
no subject
He'll say this for the Summoned, the majority of them are skilled with blades - and other weaponry. He learned that much in Nocwich.
It makes the ones who aren't stand out more. ]
Right before I arrived I was a runner for a wealthy family. [ A courier. ] More dangerous work than you'd think.
[ He unfolds his arms after a moment to reach for his beer before Dean throws the second blade, though he waits for it before drinking.
There's an amused wryness to his tone. He's not going to admit to being a spy or attempt to speak of what he was/is. ]
You?