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Hekeen pelted down the alleys looking for somewhere to hide. Shaking with anger, fear, and no small amount of shame Hakeen made a quick scan of the alley for a hiding spot... nothing. He ran on.
How had he sunk to this, a hunted creature in the back alleys of a backwater city far from his home and clan. Briefly he cursed his uncle for leaving him but it was without much spirit. Hakeen Duhaan knew when his father found out that he had delayed the ship for 2 days and had stolen trade goods to support his desire for the mind altering pleasures of shiver he would be disowned by the family.
Only when he remembered the other things he had done for the drug did Hakeen truly feel the depths of shame. The women he had entertained had mostly just been fat desperate matrons but a few were particularly revolting. Then came the additional demands. Hakeen fought to hold back the bile in his throat.
The thugs were at the mouth of the alley now Hakeen ran some more. Oh no... dead end. Hakeen turned, and faced his attackers there were three of them and they would make easy work of him. He hoped they killed him but saw they were armed with the sacks of sand Gaedren's thugs carried when they wanted to drag some poor soul back for questioning.
Suddenly a great rage came over Hakeen and he felt his blood boil and a power from deep in his soul. Not truly understanding what he was doing he grabbed that power and poured all of his rage into it. Flames filled the alleyway and shortly the screams of the thugs who were coming for him. Two of them dropped, and the last turned and started to run. Hakeen, still in a daze chased the man and caught him. He sliced the mans throat open with his bare hands.
Hakeen stopped running.