"Including the current assassin's guild? I am not an utter fool, Bear. Though I AM curious as to how you know all this. A legacy of said old times, perhaps?"<br/><br/>He put the leather work glove back on, and carefully slipped the switchblade back into its hidden pocket, first ensuring again that it was locked. He then leaned back, and stretched. "So who has been rubbing your fur the wrong way? You looked positively annoyed when I came in."