“His head was shaved in the custom of the eastern races, and he wore a large black moustache which hid his mouth, and part of his chin. Garren studied his face carefully, his eyes were those of a cold, soulless professional killer. He wore a leather, padded, armless jerkin, presumably to keep his arms free, but they were almost completely covered in tattoos depicting beasts and lithe women in the traditional manner of the eastern lands. He removed his leather jerkin, dropping it to the ground as he strode towards Garren. Sensing the test was at hand, Garren removed his own jacket and drew a stiletto from his belt.
'You will need more than that toothpick,' the man said. Garren smiled and declined the advice.
As they approached each other Garren saw the man's eyes shift, almost imperceptibly, and in the next instant he lunged towards Garren's stomach, but Garren had already begun to move, and lithely side-stepped the attack, bringing his own knife to within a whisker of the man's throat, whilst taking his dagger hand in an arm lock and immobilising him from further attack. The man froze.
'I'm impressed, you have the skills of an assassin. Where did you learn this?'
Garren was surprised at the ease with which he had defeated his opponent and immediately regretted showing the extent of his own skill.”