Shit! Mercer/Raziel reacted quickly and glanced at his empty hand, then scowled.
"Ah, yes. I am afraid it was destroyed in combat. I was wandering in the lower city, and I ran foul of the hooded man. The one who calls himself Mercer." He clenched his fists.
"He fled from me when I used fire against him. The next time we see him, I will extract fitting payment for my weapon from him, in blood. And why do you wish us to remain behind? We can hold the attention of the enemy while you free this prisoner."
"Ah, yes. I am afraid it was destroyed in combat. I was wandering in the lower city, and I ran foul of the hooded man. The one who calls himself Mercer." He clenched his fists.
"He fled from me when I used fire against him. The next time we see him, I will extract fitting payment for my weapon from him, in blood. And why do you wish us to remain behind? We can hold the attention of the enemy while you free this prisoner."