Thread:NightclawstheNightwing/@comment-37335257-20190613175453/@comment-37335257-20190617150606

Amarillo strolled straight into the shop. He beckoned her in. He whispered to Draceana eyes grinning. "Keep them distracted. I'll stab Oleander, and when the other guy turns, you stab him. No witnesses." His eyes, which before were warm and friendly, was now cold and hard. "Hello, good sirs," he called out loudly as he went in. "My friend has a question for you. Would you please answer her?"