Their eyes had been on him all night. Tarvin takes another sip of his ale discreetly watching the one watching him. 'Enough of this!' He nudges one of his buddies & walks out of the tavern, slipping into the shadows. When the one watching him inevitably follows he grabs them, holding them in place with an arm, & the other holding a knife to their throat. "What do you want?" Tarvin bit out bitterly. "I don't have time for games and I won't give a 2nd thought to treating you like a monster.*
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