I won't ask any nicer

The masked man walked cautiously to him. Hands out and moving slowly, he opted to break the ice first...

He removed his helmet to show a rugged face, slicked back, dirty blonde hair and a rough goatee. "Fine, don't trust me... I did just throw a sword at you," he said grinning. He looked around the alley was clear. He guessed they were behind some sort restaurant and there were food crates. He turned a couple over and brought out a thermos.

"I pack my own... not really being able to stop any ol' place for one," he said with a grin. "Keep on the mask if you'd feel more comfortable. Figured we're sort of the same side, seeing as how I didn't kill you when I first saw you or just now with the sword."

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