He isn't much older than the kids you've taken under your wing. Turning to the taguel, you were right about his age. Lean muscles lie beneath the mans finery with a long sword resting against the side within easy reach and a crossbow lying on a nearby table. Still, the luxury he surrounds himself hasn't left him soft. The bandit leader himself sits content in a cushioned tall back chair, a feathered hat resting in its corner, tearing strips of venison from a dagger with the contentment of someone unburdened by any qualms of how earned his comforts, nor with the sentient being he has chained up in the corner. Carpets, tapestries, vases, fine cloth, gold and silver, haphazardly arrayed and even scattered across the floor, forcing you to take care where you step. However, you can say a lot about the occupants' taste in decorating, overlavish to the point of gaudiness, as though every ill-gotten expensive thing was thrown together in an attempt to imitate wealth and refinement. Oil lamps hang from the ceiling as a cast iron brazier burns in the center of the tent, making it well lit, removing any hint of shadow, and making the interior comfortably warm despite the cold night outside. To get a proper shot on your target, you will have to bypass the curtain and this means that, in order to even make a stunning strike, you will need to be inside the tent. You won't be able to get a clear shot with just your arm inside, at least not without a lot of movement and likely noise as the dense fabric shuffles, plus making it look very obvious when the curtain is draping over thin air. The heavy cloth curtain will block the sonic waves as much as, if not more than, the exterior canvas, and it is at least a good two feet away from the wall and covers nearly the entire width around apart from the entrance. The curtain blocks the wind and cold air, but it also blocks line of sight and, unfortunately, fire. The sliced edges of the canvas flutter as you slowly slide your way inside. The cut is strategically located, just behind the heavy curtain to block the passage of wind and cold air into the tent to delay the bandit leader inside from noticing until the deed is done. Drawing the blade, the metallic sliver, concealed under the lensing field, you carefully slice the tip of the blade into the canvas and slide the sword downward. Tough as the fabric is, the FOX Fang was built to cut far stronger materials.
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