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[h2]Paon[/h2]
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Paon tilted his head, but decided not to push any further. He was after all, mostly a stranger. One that usually hardly interacted with those outside of assassins. Unless he was trading...in which case he had a few whom knew him by various appearances. He gave a small nod. [color=lavender]"Okay. I accept your hospitality, but I ask you do not give away...[/color] He trailed off before motioning toward his eyes. He often kept their color and the act of blindness. It was he greatest tool in any shape. 

Paon heard the boots approaching and looked ahead. He was acting now...something he was very very good at. His head tilted and he looked slightly to the left of the guard. [color=lavender]"Of course sir"[/color] He seemed...meek all of a sudden. He was no threat. He was blind and small, nothing to attack. Paon stood, knowing they could see his wounds, and now they could see his eyes. [color=lavender]"Pallua. I am a trader of Vrondi"[/color] Heavy footsteps and he crouched down feeling along the floor for his shirt. 

Once paon 'found' his shirt he grasped it and felt along it before showing the badge that belonged to the city. It looked identical to the real thing. He had planned to come here after all, and he was always prepared with his badges. Badges and a fake name for each city. Though, this was an additional fake name that was his backup should he be in his main descendent form. He rarely had to use it, but here he was...using it. It annoyed him to no end.