Hanzo looked at his bright red new cloak, bought with tavern winnings, and grinned. "I’m something better. I’m a ninja who’s done hiding."
As the sun rose, a young girl approached him. She was carrying a flyer for a quest to slay a Necromancer in the Whispering Woods—a job Alaric’s party had already refused because it was "too messy" and "bad for their image." "Are you a hero?" she asked. Hanzo looked at his bright red new cloak,
He reached into his vest and pulled out a small, jagged obsidian dagger—a tool of the trade. Then, with a flick of his wrist, he tossed it into the gutter. bought with tavern winnings