They begged the old hellkin to teach them to fight. True the apprentices were no masters and could teach as well, but he had been the first to actually be KIND to them. He didn't exactly teach them to fight.. as much as he did teach them how to accept life. -- Anon Guest
Everyone knew the daft old cheesemonger with a goat he called a dog. To be fair, the Hellkin's miniature goat certainly believed she was a dog and nothing would convince her otherwise. Everyone also knew that violent crime dropped like a rock wherever he was wont to wander. Mostly on account of the violent criminals coming down with a rash of broken arms or legs.
Skat knew this, too, but he was that hungry. And taking his life into his own hands by lifting a cruller from the basket hanging from the old man's elbow.
The goat barked at him after the old Hellkin's tail wrapped around both his ankles and snagged them tight together. When the old man turned, he had no anger in his glowing amber eyes. "I'm guessing you have not eaten, today, Kleiner."
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