"Gentlemen... are you even trying?" I asked lazily, looking straight at the two cloaked men who now stood a few paces away, sharp daggers already drawn and glinting in the shadows.
They had likely planned to slit my throat right by the water pipe, but by walking away, I had hand-delivered them a much better location. I had given them a secluded place to kill me without attracting the attention of the tavern patrons who might have heard my screams. At least, that was exactly what I wanted them to think.
They didn't bother to answer my taunt. Their eyes narrowed, and they suddenly shot forward, lunging at me with deadly intent.
But they never even made it halfway.
