13 June 2012
"Want another drink?" Asked Tpek, pushing a pint of beer across the table to the drunken man sitting on the other side.
"Yeeargh," Slurred the man, swaying in his seat.
Tpek grinned. He was in his element here, stealing, tricking and smiling all the while. He watched the drunkard gulp down the pint Tpek had bought him for the last of his money.
"I finks I want anotherer drink." The man murmured, then slumped forward onto the grimy table.
Tpek sighed. Back to work. He slipped the man's own coat on, noting the fine fur hood and the heavy wallet. The drunkard was richer than Tpek had thought. He smiled.
In two days he would be living in the nearby town of Ansfold, a respectable wealthy merchant and rich. Then, he would start researching being Hellbound. The symbol burned bright beneath his skin, occasionally sending spears of pain up his arm. Hellbound.
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Hellbound - 3 • Opuss № I