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If the flinch wasn't enough to give himself away, his face did and it wasn't the expression he had either. It was the features that made him distinct from anyone else. Although age had taken it's toll on what Evin assumed was a very stressed man, he could recognize the face. He let Allison take charge of the situation a bit, until she mentioned Evin again at which point, he proceeded to take charge.
"So Theron, lets just make this easy. You've already had a drink and I'm sure that you're reaction time is no longer as good as it was before you had that drink." At which point, from out of no where, he took out one of his throwing knives and threw it about a foot away from Theron's face. He wanted to know how much of an advantage he had gotten from waiting for Theron to finish his drink. To the untrained eye, it would seem he was fine, but Evin knew otherwise. "I don't intend to kill you, or even capture you. I just want to ask you a few questions." He smiled, "Lets begin. A long time ago, an assassin named Perry and I attempted to ambush you at you're camp. You had ambushed us instead. I fled and have no idea what happened after that. Did you kill Perry, and if not, do you know where I might find him. If you help us out, you wont go unrewarded even if you are an enemy to the Wolfpack?"
Then the room fell silent. Evin had wanted to know just as much as anyone else in the Wolfpack what happened on that day. He hoped that this interaction would go down smoothly. It had so far, but he had something planted in case he did try to attack. He hoped it wouldn't come down to that though.