*The Pharaohs Keeper watches during his thought ramble, (previous post) as the three daggers fly. Two hit. One looking as if it pierced the Dark Brother in the back the other knocking off of his weapon and the third, just nearly missing the whole target. In any case, none appear to have alter any of his attention away from the girl in front of him and the bleeding man holding his leg. It would seem he did not suffer any damage.*
*The Pharaohs Keeper clearly sees the man trying to sneak away from the middle of the scene, surrounded by on lookers, after an ill thought strike, along with the other Master thieves guildsmen.
Dash quickly glances up to The Lonely Shepard, silently communicating with their eyes and head nods of who is targeting who, listing spectators and notifying The Lonely Shepard that The Pharaohs Keepers eyes are following the runner out, watching him leave the scene, then returns his focus to a bigger threat, only to be called off to enjoy the show.
Dash Rogers would love nothing more than to rest up against the chimney stack next to him and enjoy the meal he carries, wrapped up in his leather rucksack, designed to keep cooked foods oven fresh. It was one of Rekenaras home made delicacies that would give his taste buds a show to go along with the duel.
But The Pharaohs Keeper needed to remain vigilant, incase the knife chucker returned, or guardsmen arrived to spoil the fight. Or perhaps worse than that. Dash patrols the arena.*