[SRP] Worth of an Assassin

[Swift_Assassin]

Carla was still on edge, but Lennox only smirked at the 'fugitives' comment. He could hear it in his voice that he wasn't Lycian. Lennox removed his cloak and draped it over Dyrnwyn, revealing a longsword present at his waist. He also unclasped that from his belt, letting the sheathed sword fall to the ground. Under the cloak, Lennox revealed the simple tattered brown tunic he wore. "I'd say it's a small world, but the number of fugitives these days are on the rise."

Lennox took a few confident steps towards Ambrose and held out a hand. Carla was still suspicious, but knew that Lennox is surprisingly competent in hand-to-hand, so he could turn the tables pretty quickly at that range if needed. "I am Lennox Hyperion, the Fiery Wolf of Arretium. At least, that's what they called me. They gave that title to my father as well." He turned his head to his anxious companion. He motioned for her to approach a bit as well. "And this is my...second cousin once removed? I think that's the term?"

She then punched the taller man in the side as she approached. "Don't say it like that. Makes me sound so much older than I actually am. Carla. Carla Hyperion." She said in a huff, stepping away from the pair. She sat back down at the fire, keeping an eye out for Lennox.