3. A Scared Hin

A Scared Hin

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    A average sized hin walked by me today, he seemed almost to average. But the one thing that stood out to me was when he dropped his hood and i saw his face, it seemed to be more scar tissue then face left on it. He noticed my look and eyed me then vanished. I asked around and no-one knew his name, they just called him petal because of a bag of rose petals he carried around with him. I asked where he came from and a grumpy old man just pointed at one of the ships, so he was new here… Later that night at the Lucky Ferret i was enjoying the view of the bar maiden when i noticed the the very same masked hin was looking at me. He must have know i was asking around about him. i gulped down because even tho he was almost half my size, his eyes threw fear into mine and i wondered if i was going to live long enough to finish me beer... But he wasn't there to kill me, yet that is. He didn't tell my his name, he wouldn't get into much detail about himself. What i did manage to get him to say i will transcribe here:

    Dark hooded hin, told me to call him tact for the time being, there is no way this is his name. He told me he is from far east where there arn't many hins and deffinetly few of the kiddish behavior. He pulled off his hood and told me to stare long and hard at his face, because if he ever caught me doing it again, i would never wake again. He went on slowly, he went on to tell me he was raised by monks as an orphan, he never knew his parents and doesn;t care too. The monks were followers of Valsharoom ((don't remember if thats typed right sorry)) and when he reached 16 they wanted him to join their order. Naturally he refused, he couldn't stand the idea of being forced into something, they did terrible things to him, horrible torture that got worse and worse the more he refused them. He then widened his eyes and said, "the monks met their end quickly after i felt the need to leave, their monistary is no more." He had me buy him a drink, when i returned he was gone. He didn't seem like the type to want people to know who he is.
    I fear i am not going to live much longer then this, these very well be my last--__ {Found in an envolpe in the Pocket of the late David Smith, there ergh.. was nothing else on him...}

    Character: Kia Po Login Name: RobBoberto


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