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Amol-Kalit was a desert, the city of Annuakat a gem nestled upon it, and its richness was to be expected.
Yet, there were elements in this city no different to any other, with alleyways aplenty, filled with vermin.
In one street, in a less prosperous section of the city, a pack of rats had cornered someone, so earnest.
The thieves, that were. They yearned to pick the pockets of this individual whom they considered a simpleton.
“Give us your wallet, your purse, stranger,” curved the tongue of one idiot. “Or I’ll carve out your innards!”
He was one in a number. Six there were. The first stood closer. The man they chased after had no armor.
At least, none that could be seen. Rather, that figure stood in dark green robes from head to toe; a plain outfit.
A hood was over his head, his garments stretching past his knees all the way down to his ankles.
“Don’t make me say it again!” Stated the hoodlum. The rats had their mouse cornered between barrels
That was their assessment of the situation, anyway. Rats. Their victim thought. Ears. Eyes. And tails.
With fur that could be plucked, skin that could be flayed, and no one would mourn their passing. Snails.
“I have no money,” the hooded man stated simply. “I’m sorry.”
The one with the dagger and bandana stepped closer. “Really!?”
He licked his lips as though tasting whiskey. “Then I guess ya die.”
Knives. Swords. Weapons on hips. “If that is my destiny.” Zyn sighed.