Temporary peace

The smaller man of the two squinted at the tavern owner.

"Pay your tab," the owner frowned, "And get out."

The smaller man pulled out his coin purse, and reached in quickly. He rummaged around for a few seconds before pulling his hand out and dropping the coins on the table. One of the coins bounces off the wood and lands near the my feet. Fear flashes though me as I jump back away from the coin as it settles in it's place on the floor. Confusion crosses the rat bastard's face for a moment as he looks from the coin to me.

I debate on flashing my steal to keep his eyes focused on me, but it's useless. He's already seen more than I wanted him too. It was time for me to get out of this town, but I would have to wait until I was sure that those two weren't lingering first. The two men finally leave. The skinny man's big friend barely fitting through the door.

"I heard that you wanted something from me," the owner asks as he picks up his last coin, "You'll go out there with them too if you're going to cause me trouble."

"Was wondering if I could work off a meal, and a few drinks?" I glance between the window shutters cautiously.

"No," the tavern owner frowns, "No coin. No food. No drink."

"Will it bother you if I sit here a while longer?" I let my hand fall away from my blade as the last of the coins leave my sight.

"As long as no paying customers want that table you can sit as long as you want," the tavern owner starts to turn away, "Just don't ask for anything without some coins to pay me with."

I sat back down at the table, and tried to relax. That coin had gotten far too close to me. Last thing I needed was some loose coin to touch me, and activate my curse. No. That would be quite dangerous in here.

Too many people. Too many witnesses. I wouldn't be able to kill them all. I rubbed the scar on my throat from the last time someone had seen my curse activate. I could still remember the horrified look on his face as he tried to cut my head off.

It hadn't worked out well for him.