Atton reaches up, undoing his jerkin and shirt enough to slide them aside and show them his shoulder. There's an old wound there - the one that hasn't quite healed properly. It doesn't, really, look like it could be new, but it looks unpleasant.
Atton's been a conman before. He knows that people are ruled by their hearts, not their heads. An unpleasant looking scar is a lot more convincing than a technically accurate one.
"I got this from them. After I managed to push the red one off me. I should've ran, but I kept on after them, and got this. If the bard there hadn't convinced them t'back off, I don't know what would've happened."
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Date: 2009-07-16 11:41 pm (UTC)Atton's been a conman before. He knows that people are ruled by their hearts, not their heads. An unpleasant looking scar is a lot more convincing than a technically accurate one.
"I got this from them. After I managed to push the red one off me. I should've ran, but I kept on after them, and got this. If the bard there hadn't convinced them t'back off, I don't know what would've happened."