Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20190720092525/@comment-38232361-20190723154559

(That all depends on how everything goes down. And Can Hush have a bloody rivalry With the Ice Knight? Like, be the reason why he has three fingers on one hand and wears a mask?)

Drenn puts on a facade of a kind and compassionate smile as he attempts to extort the old man. "Yes, I'm aware that you payed the property and income taxes, yes..."

As Drenn speaks, Hush smells the guards down the road a ways off and calmly moves to the front to close the blinds, lock the door, and put up the "Closed" sign, before crossing his arms as he stands there, glaring silently at the shopkeep behind his bone mask. He taps the three remaining fingers of his right arm rhythmically out of agitation and boredom.

"...But I'm afraid you haven't paid for the 'Sales and Manufacturing of Arms' and 'Sales and Manufacturing of Magical Artificial Entities' taxes. I'd understand if you'd forgotten or didn't know, it is a fairly new legislation, passed throughout the Kingdom about a week ago..."

Hush pulls out one of the many knives holstered in his belt and began to inspect the edge, the darkened crimson hues of the flat of the blade flashing what little light in the room there was towards the old man.