[SRP] Manhunt

[Andy]

"I think your point only serves to further highlight how much having folks like us around could protect you from fools like these, am I right?" Ambrose replied to Paige, gesturing at the door to signify who the fools were. The mercenary crossed his arms, slowly, avoiding his vambraces making noise. "Turn down the lights, Shad. Even a dim light is bright in the darkness. We don't need to be discovered right now."

He turned again to Paige. "The Black Fang is a century old, and dead besides. I'll not resurrect an icon of hatred from long past to make it a beacon of hope. I've been running through the names I could use instead. I've come up with perhaps two that I like. The Knights of the Dark, or the Night Blade. The first is more noble sounding, but could easily be twisted, the second is more expedient, and can also be twisted. But I'll decide later."

He took a pull from his pipe and blew a ring of smoke deeper into the cellar. Then he fished out a knobby stick from his pocket and crushed the tobacco and embers into ashen pulp, dumping it onto the cellar floor before crushing it under his boot's toe. He crept to the door, putting his pipe away as he opened his senses.