"What a pity, a pair of twins!"
The sleazy voice beside him made Huck turn his head to look at the three figures about to disappear at the end of the corridor.
He certainly knew what the so-called "pity" meant.
The speaker was called Hand Axe, an ugly man with a centipede-like scar across his face, cut open by an iron hook during a caravan raid years ago.
Years of heavy drinking had stained his face. When he laughed with his missing front teeth, the two hand axes slung over his leather armor would jostle along with his belly.
But even with his out-of-shape body, he was still a desperado in battle, daring to use Frenzy, swinging his axes into a whirlwind.
He just didn't have much sense, always thinking about his two ounces of flesh, not even considering the situation now, still acting like a bandit...
