"I have many forms, but only a few that I am comfortable enough to fight with. They were taught to me by a friend of my Master, the thief that took me on as an apprentice to the Thieves Guild when I was young." The memory of Giri's crumpled corpse, leaking his life's blood around the hilt of Bansi's dagger, broke his voice and he took a deep breath before continuing. "I was the Master's successor, a fact that his usurper found most inconvenient. Eventually I was left with only one choice - stay in Dairsmuid and be cut down by my former Brother and Sisters...or catch a boat to the furthest port I could find."
His story concluded, Pavak slowly unfolded himself from his seated position, regret slowing his hands as he brushed his loose trousers clean. He had enjoyed having another person to interact with, however briefly, and he was saddened by the prospect of leaving. Still, she hadn't offered anything more than a meal to him, and he wouldn't impose upon her hospitality any longer. Keeping his eyes cast downwards so that she would not see the disappointment in them he bowed once again, a slight inclination of the waist.
"I fear I have made enough of a nuisance of myself, kind Seda. I should be on my way, so that you may get some rest." His pride would not allow him to ask for a spot to sleep near her fire, and it forced his chin higher, bringing his eyes in contact with hers. "Again...you have my sincerest thanks."