Why not? (Sasin & Archer)

[Nyahna Sasin]

Timestamp: 82.Winter.509

Hans Verrin was a mercenary once. He was a human with few morals, even now, when he was a teacher rather than a fighter. He was dangerous, and looked the part. He had long dark hair, cruel green eyes, and a wicked crooked grin.

But despite all of this, he was still one of the most requested teachers in the city. Why? Because he was the best! At least, that's what he told anyone who'd listen. The fact of the matter was, he was a fraud. It wasn't that he was a bad swordsman, oh no. He was actually above average in that field. He was just very, very far from the best.

What he did, was sent thugs to attack the son's of rich people. Then, sometimes later, a friend would mention this fabulous sword fighting master (Him, of course.). Then the nobles would pay a hefty sum for it not to happen again by teaching his son.

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Walking down the street, Sasin wondered if this was really such a good idea. He had only heard of this man in rumors, not all flattering. Still, who was he to argue against shady people. As he turned down the street, he told his mind to quit arguing.

Sometimes he really wondered if he had a split personality.

He stopped in front of the second to last door on this street. The second he knocked on the door, a black haired human opened it. The human grunted. "Yer her te learn?"

[Archer]

Archer sat with his back against a wall; his arms were rested on his knees with his bow nestled in his lap. Beside him was his recently purchased sword, it gleamed bright in the sunlight. The street he was settled in was fairly busy for this time of day. It was swollen with people, some of which occasionally tripped over his ankles, and gave him a dirty look or a nasty word for thanks. It was after the sixth or seventh stumble that Archer started to realize that planting oneself on the sidelines of a busy street was not a good idea, especially when the last one felt the need to whack him with her bag.

He stood up, stretched his arms and slung his bow over his shoulder then awkwardly picked up his sword. Archer had heard rumors floating about regarding a man who went by Hans Verrin, he was a teacher. As Arch joined the crowd his thoughts strayed to what he had learned of this man. So far, it amounted to slim to nothing. He was a mercenary turned conman; which was enough information to turn Archer in the other direction.

Something stopped him returning to the tavern though. He looked at his newly bought sword clutched in unpracticed hands and knew that he needed lessons in fighting with the weapon. He was alright with a bow, but he lacked the muscle and the skill required for heaving a sword around. Archer soon found himself tracing the mental map that a woman had described to him towards Hans Verrin’s house. Despite the growing sense of anticipation, he put a hard face on. He would go to learn and then never associate with that sort again.

Archer arrived just behind another man; a possible student as well?

"Yer her te learn?"

Archer pulled his sword up to his chest and hugged it with one arm while his other extended out for a handshake, “I am, sir.”