By midnight, the "Silent Shadow" was the soul of the party. He wasn't just drinking; he was using his mastery of physics and agility to perform death-defying stunts on the rafters for tips. When a group of local thugs tried to shake down the barkeep, Hanzo didn't slip a needle into their necks from the dark. He stood on a table, shouted a battle cry that rattled the windows, and used a decorative fire-poker to dismantle their armor in broad daylight.
He realized then that being a "ninja" was a job, but being unseen was a choice. By midnight, the "Silent Shadow" was the soul of the party
"A ninja," the Hero, Alaric, had sneered, buffing his golden breastplate. "In a party of legends? You’re a shadow in a world that needs light. You’re quiet, you’re efficient—and you’re boring. We need flair . We need someone who makes the crowd cheer, not someone who finishes the job before the crowd even arrives." He stood on a table, shouted a battle
He walked toward the busiest tavern in the city, The Gilded Flagon . Usually, he would enter through the roof. This time, he kicked the front doors open. The music stopped. The drunken patrons stared at the masked man in dark gear. "In a party of legends