our sins are washed away
Saiden smiled. ”Spit or blood? Also, what’s your name and where are you from?” Holding out his hand, he gave her an expectant look.
Regardless of how she decided to seal the deal, he’d soon become busy with his fish. Holding up the end of the line, he grabbed its body as it continued to flop. Wiggling out the fishhook, he unsheathed his knife. Then he brained it with the pommel of the dagger. It went limp in his hand and he put it in the small bag at his side.
Putting the blade away, he dusted off his hands. "So. What did you want to know?"
Regardless of how she decided to seal the deal, he’d soon become busy with his fish. Holding up the end of the line, he grabbed its body as it continued to flop. Wiggling out the fishhook, he unsheathed his knife. Then he brained it with the pommel of the dagger. It went limp in his hand and he put it in the small bag at his side.
Putting the blade away, he dusted off his hands. "So. What did you want to know?"
