[Past Bounty] Long Walks off Short Piers

[Hayze]

Without any emotional response, Hayze knelt down and removed a small throwing knife from a strap at his shin. He supposed he hadn't illustrated just how serious he was on this matter. With barely a flick of his wrist the blade went flying across the room at great speed toward one of the patrons. It was meant for his head but Hayze had felt a tug at the last second. His shadow had apparently made its way back to him just in time to save the man's life. It was a common occurrence. The blade was instead aimed at the man's tea cup.

He returned the blade to his hand as soon as it struck before turning to the man behind the counter again. "Give me the license."