Aegis POV:
The dagger spun with a quiet whir under her fingers as its tip rested on the wood, digging in slightly.
Aegis was sitting at a dusty table, tucked away in the corner of the loud tavern.
She been sought out by a a tall, fidget man, who approached her with a job.
A prince. The one her boss to kill next...
Heheheheh new story I love writing stories >:)
-Nibbler Soot
