Hayze was not satisfied with the blade merely cutting the man’s flesh, but he needed to know the answer as quickly as possible. Reading it would take too long he suspected, so he dismissed the blade. His shadow moved with him, lending him strength, as he grabbed the man by the front of his shirt and attempted to slam his back against the counter, bending him backward. This allowed him to also see the man by the door.
“He doesn’t have a merchant liscense!” His shadow said frantically in his mind.
How could he not have one? His client had sent him to get it. And the answer on his blade was always the truth, according to the person being cut. He truly did not know what to do.
“Why was I sent here?!” He yelled at the man. Was there a mistake? Was it a trap? He was obviously missing something and he wouldn’t leave without an answer.
“He doesn’t have a merchant liscense!” His shadow said frantically in his mind.
How could he not have one? His client had sent him to get it. And the answer on his blade was always the truth, according to the person being cut. He truly did not know what to do.
“Why was I sent here?!” He yelled at the man. Was there a mistake? Was it a trap? He was obviously missing something and he wouldn’t leave without an answer.