Who Are Any Of Us?

He had a large knife and a leather jacket which made him stand out from the clones standing behind him. The eyes were the scariest part, if they are a window to the soul as I've heard before (which is patently ridiculous, your soul is all over your body, there is no window into it!), his showed he had a twisted broken soul, he was missing his left one and his right looked to up the evil in exchange (where the left one should be an empty socket was, gross to the say the least, could have at least worn an eye patch).  He didn't talk at first, just decided to twirl the knife, the implication was not lost on me.

"Who are you?" It was a reassuring question, because it mean that Hanlon's freaky magic illusion worked even on what was most likely a magic user (they are former Red Hand, not a lot of none magic users in the managemt group).

"Who are you?" I repeated the question back to him, it was about all I could come up with in response. Despite having time on my hands I hadn't come up with a great idea on what to answer.

"Dawbry."

"Dawbry?"

"Its what I said, now who are you?" Dawbry's knife swinging stopped, now he was just knife threatening.

"A man seeking the bathroom." Again I had all this time, alas.

"So you were so devoted to finding the bathroom you shot a guard in the face twice, swapped his clothes for yours and attempted to pretend to be him?"

"You have to admit it sounds crazy enough to work." I want to say he smiled, but the one eyed look showed no mirth in his grin.

"I see tuning you up didn't seem to clue you in that we aren't messing around, we found you with a couple Hanlon pistols, am I to assume thats who you work for?"

"I don't work for anyone I'm just a poor down on his luck guy looking for a job."

"So that's a no, I don't know who you are, but you'll want to talk before management gets here, once they do I can't gaurentee you they won't turn you inside out." So Dawbry was not management, that was at least something.

"I'll wait for management, I'm sure they give better interviews." He smirked again, and left me, no beat up session followed.  I did end up having to go to the bathroom, but I discovered you can actually manage through effort to pee while tied to a chair without getting any on you.  I'd tell you how, but it involves graphs and dark magic.