Rivers of the Night

Theron walked through the halls of Daggers of the Night. Soon, he had made it to a familiar desk and placed a brown linen sack down.

The old man looked up, raising an eyebrow.

"What’s this?"

"Just a warm up."

"… Mm."

The old man nodded and gave Theron his reward. He watched quietly as Theron left, an eyebrow raised in his heart.

…

’The old man is sharp. Maybe too sharp.’

Theron exhaled a breath, but this was a risk he had to take. While he was surprised by the old man’s skepticism, it wasn’t entirely unexpected.