The Ghost
Gevrik led the way out of Armen's office, smirking slightly as he caught one last glance of the nervous man and his scarred face. He tucked his hands in his pockets and casually strolled out of the room, determined to check on a few 'things' before he spied on the meeting Armen was to hold.
__________________ Hunger, revenge, to sleep are petty foes... 
But only death the jealous eyes can close. |