Date: 2009-08-25 10:44 am (UTC)
Teatime followed a respectful - meaning out of immediate weapon-range for either party - distance behind the tall man, waiting for the next answer. More questions wrote themselves down in his mind, a list of careful queries. Was it common to come back with no memories? What and where was this place?

In time. All answers in time. Instead of asking, he watched the man move a while. There was a certain way people moved when they specialized in specific weapons. This man, Teatime guessed, was a man enamored with knives, and very precise. The eye told him nothing, as was its way here. But he liked guessing, it was his favorite game.
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