A Black Knife.

The old man grins at you and pulls out a small, sealed scroll which he hands to you. Breaking the seal first, you open the small document and read it. The scroll reads:

Master Doneil Autuil. Master black knife.

Putting down the scroll, you eye the elderly man across from you carefully. Black knifes are legendary masters of ****, archery and stealth. You find it hard to believe that this wrinkled old man could even be the least bit sneaky. “You’re kidding? You? A Black Knife?” The old man looks annoyed and responds “You doubt my abilities?” You nod and smirk “Yes I do. An old man like you could never be a Black Knife. If you were you could show me some proof of your so called “skills”.” The elderly man sighs and replies “Very well then, where are your underwear, missy?”

It’s at this point that you realize that you’re no longer wearing anything under your dress. You’re eyes open wide and an embarrassed blush spreads over your cheeks. The old man cackles and stands up “You can get them back from me after training, tomorrow morning at first light. Wear light clothes.” he says, before walking out the door. When you go to leave yourself, you find out that Doneil has told the barkeeper to “put it on the redhead’s tab”. What have you gotten yourself into to, John?