"Fine," Hanzo whispered, his voice raspy from years of forced silence. "No more shadows."
As the sun rose, a young girl approached him. She was carrying a flyer for a quest to slay a Necromancer in the Whispering Woods—a job Alaric’s party had already refused because it was "too messy" and "bad for their image." "Are you a hero?" she asked. "Fine," Hanzo whispered, his voice raspy from years
Hanzo looked at his bright red new cloak, bought with tavern winnings, and grinned. "I’m something better. I’m a ninja who’s done hiding." Hanzo looked at his bright red new cloak,
He walked toward the busiest tavern in the city, The Gilded Flagon . Usually, he would enter through the roof. This time, he kicked the front doors open. The music stopped. The drunken patrons stared at the masked man in dark gear. Usually, he would enter through the roof