What have I got that makes you want to love me?

.... Tight pants, the nigh-necked knit shirt and cap and his ever present cloak, which drawn around him would mask him from sight while in shadows. It was illegal, but all things of value in Waghdas were. He had hooked his weapons, bent, hammered and pried into shape from rubble to his clothing and slipped the blow gun with its poison darts into the pockets of his clothes for easy access. It wasn’t ...