11-03-2010, 12:32 AM
Hunter let show a nasty grin, "I know not of a story teller." Hunter smiled slightly, he was not technically lying. Klia was a prince. Hunter slid his and into his back pouch, revealing a small knife - used to cut the strings of a woman's purse mostly or other cloth. "If you do insist on some story teller - I would suggest you do it else where. I am in no mood for such rabble." Hunter let out a small grin and took a few steps back. Closing the door behind himself he locked it and threw the key into a plants pot. Sighing deeply Hunter turned to Klia, "Come, we must go - she will attract slave drivers." Hunter thought back to her appearance. Her facial cloth had a tear of sorts... Hunter thought he saw a silver eye. "Klia, what do you know of silver eyes?" Hunter packed up some towels and soaps from the room and crammed them into the satchel on his back. It could hold no more. Grabbing Klia's hand Hunter made his way to the window. "Who is jumping out first?"
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