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As my gaze landed upon the newcomer I couldn't help but grin. I didn't know his face, which meant he wasn't from around here. If he was I would know. And I always knew

I put my hood down and walked around my table but not before grabbing one of the daggers I had set on display as my partner in crime. I grinned up at him and gestured with my head around "Who told you what was down here?"

He blinked, clearly not expecting someone to come up and question him. Idiot. That's how you get killed "I just wanted to have a look around"

I could barely stop from rolling my eyes before replying "Follow me"

I turned on my heels and strode over to my booth. I grabbed the other two daggers and put them in my bag before motioning for him to follow me. Quickly, I opened one of the doors of the barely stable building and looked behind me to see the man looking around like a scared animal. I made my way behind a table in the corner of the crowded bar, taking comfort in the few shadows that surrounded me

"What brings you to the lost and found dear?" I grinned even more once he stuttered

"I-uh- what? L-lost and found? What do you mean?"

"Ooh, this is gonna be fun" I chuckled and gestured across from me "Won't you pull up a seat. You are still standing darling"

He gulped and slowly sat down, his white clock striking contrast against the dim atmosphere. I would be lucky if nobody came here to ask questions

"Everybody got a price around here to pay. What's yours?"

"What do you mean?"

This time I rolled my eyes and pulled out one of the daggers, putting it between us on the table. His eyes widened meanwhile I smirked

"Make me an offer. What will it be?"

"For the dagger?" I nodded

"What will it be?"

"Um...I dont-"

I put a hand up to stop him. He froze which I took great satisfaction in. I pointed at the dagger silently "You obviously are not from around here. And you don't have any weapons. If you had, a scared little person like you would have already tried and take me down the moment I walked up to you. Instead, you followed. So, having a weapon is your best choice"

He observed the dagger for a moment, his eyes looking at it then me, around the bar before landing on the steel once again "Maybe I will take-"

"Hey Black" The buff guy from a couple of weeks ago interrupted and sat down in the empty seat beside me. He took out a pouch and threw it beside the dagger before leaning back in the chair "The money you wanted for the dagger last week"

I lifted an eyebrow at him, not yet fully convinced. He groaned and rolled his eyes, shoving the pouch in my face "Count them it you want"

"You will have to wait pretty boy" I mumbled at the newcomer and took the leather pouch. It was rough and had a couple of holes in it but none too big to be a problem. I opened it and the golden coins inside barely shined from all the dirt they had

I took one out and put it against the light. They were real. But he was missing twenty coins "You're missing twenty coins buff. Go and fool someone who will actually fall for it" I started to push it back but he grabbed my hand, glaring his small eyes at me. The man in front of me jumped. God why did I choose him

"You know you won't be able to get more than that pretty girl"

I narrowed my eyes, not fully aware of my hand going for the dagger on my thigh as I stood up in his face "What did you just call me?"

And just like that, before I could punch the living shit out of him he dodged and grabbed the money and dagger off the table. He dashed out for the door but I was hot behind his heels

The dagger in his hand only seemed to glow brighter the angrier I got. I knocked him down to the floor in an attempt to grab the gold but he used the opportunity to stab me in the leg. I winched and looked down at the wound before taking out the blade

He tried to get up while I was still distracted but instead received a punch in the gut "Give me my money you asshole!"

"Get lost pretty girl" He growled and smirked in satisfaction that soon got wiped off by another of my punches. He didn't even have time to react in between each one

But before I could cause even more damage someone pulled me off of him. I tried to remove the hands around my waist but it was no use. I watched as the said someone threw him out the door. He walked back to me and handed me my dagger plus the money as he helped me up

"Follow me"

Next thing I know I was lead in a room downstairs, the music long lost on the way down. He helped me sit down on the couch and handed me some first aid supplies. Meaning alcohol to clean up the wound and a bandage

I gladly accepted it, for once the hazy thoughts that I would owe him a lot lost to the need of fixing my fast bleeding wound. I worked on the bandage until his voice spoke to break the silence

"Are you feeling better?"

"Who are you?"

"You didn't answer my question"

"Neither did you"