[ Silco was a thug, of course. Emphasis on was. He shrugged, in response, and didn't even wonder if the man saw him or not.
He was starting to think that even the way he shifted, would be enough for the man to get an idea of his motions. Instead, he started to fish into his coat, for a cigar. Well, if the man was going to talk, he'd look for one. He even pulled one out, and sliced the end off with his knife, before he set it between his teeth.
Had he heard the soft click? Yes, of course, he had, but what fight didn't involve posturing? ]
Of course I would. [ Too bad he'd never get that chance, huh? ] But they're already dead, and if there's one thing we Zaunites know, it's how to deal with tragedy.
[ He pressed a finger to the end of his cigar, and lit it. It filled the area -- particularly around Silco -- with a foul stench. He clearly didn't smoke nice cigars. ]
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He was starting to think that even the way he shifted, would be enough for the man to get an idea of his motions. Instead, he started to fish into his coat, for a cigar. Well, if the man was going to talk, he'd look for one. He even pulled one out, and sliced the end off with his knife, before he set it between his teeth.
Had he heard the soft click? Yes, of course, he had, but what fight didn't involve posturing? ]
Of course I would. [ Too bad he'd never get that chance, huh? ] But they're already dead, and if there's one thing we Zaunites know, it's how to deal with tragedy.
[ He pressed a finger to the end of his cigar, and lit it. It filled the area -- particularly around Silco -- with a foul stench. He clearly didn't smoke nice cigars. ]