Somone pushed him towards the wall abruptly, crushing him against it. How did he not see this coming nor feel the people following him! All he wanted to do was to just get back to his inn and crash to read the books he was carrying from the library. The books he was carrying fell around him as he sat there dazzed for a moment.
"Cough up your money shorty! Anything of value you have!" He heard one of them scream. To bad Keithen didn't have mich of value to him at the moment he left it in the inn not wanting to incumber himself much. Keithen smiles, "To bad quarter back. Don't have much on me right now."
The man looked confused, "Quarter back? What... nevermind." He pulls a dagger and shoves it towards Keithens chest. "Money now. I know you have some on you pipesqueek." The man was barely able to finish his sentence when Keithen brought his fist to the mans face, just barely managing it. This guy had guts to try a mugging just when the suns rays could be seen from the fading sun behind the horizon.
"Mother fucker." The man growls startung to lose his paitence he saw the way the shortstack had walked around in the dark and how he bumped into things. Keithen smiles, he had learned a few things from his drug days after all. "Why you little..." The man knocks Keithen back hard and slams his head against the wall, "One last chance batty. Your gonna give me your money and your going to be nice about it." He puts his dagger on Keithens neck who tenses up as the feeling of the blade, "Im going to give you to the count of three." The man whispers in his ear and starts counting down. This guys was a maniac.