Snippet #1714795

"Ah, we meet again, eh?"

Gregson turned around and spotted a woman standing behind him. He recognized her from the cafe. In fact, he may have bumped into her on his way out, now that he thought about it. He flashed her a charming smile. "It seems we do." Gregson bowed deeply, with a very large flourish. " Gregson Wallace Aldridge the Third, Mercenary and Barber Extraordinaire, at your service!" Gregson rose from his bow. " I take it from your being on the ship you are also a part of the new crew for this fine vessel. May I have the pleasure of knowing your name?"

As he finished speaking, Gregson pulled out one of his straight razors and began twirling it, almost completely without thinking. It whistled through the air, the sunlight flashing off the blade with an almost hypnotic beauty. He spun the razor in between his fingers and tossed it about, flipping it open and shut with surprising speed. He moved his hands with expert precision, making the incredibly sharp blade flow between his fingers without giving himself so much as a scratch. Gregson finished off his little routine by throwing the razor into the air from behind his back, caught it mid-flight, and flicked it closed. He quickly sheathed it again and noticed the expression on the woman's face. "Sorry, an old habit of mine. I do it almost without thinking these days."