damnation though Hak, as his targets went in opposite directions. I gotta either pick one, or go train. He decided to train. Sword dummies made more sense than people.
Hak went off to his house, which was fairly small, but nice on the inside. It was filled with weapons of all sorts, and a small table and bed in the corner. Hak grabbed a small dagger, and practiced on the hay bale outside. If tracking the Sons of Honor was as easy as stabbing he thought I would have them all dead by now.