Theron walked into the Mercernary Guild with a calm gait, his mind focused and his steps broad. There was a confidence about him, one that had always been there, but now seemed to radiate more extremely.
He had felt it on the way here, but he didn't believe that this was a good thing. He was an assassin and a lowkey scholar at heart. While he had always been self-confident, that fact it was being worn on his sleeve like this wasn't good.
When he had to lower his head to stronger enemies, he always did so without hesitation, but that was partially because he knew that there would be a future not too distant from where he kneeled now that would have the situations reversed.
Often, he managed to fool enemies with this facade. But right now… Theron was having a very hard time hiding that arrogance born in his heart.
