hewligan
First Post
The three men stop. The young, blond one looks at Jokad, as if sizing the big man up, before casting his eyes at the corpses that line the floor and stairs.
"Surely there has been enough slaughter here today? Look, we three have no fight with you here today. We came at the call of Justice Ironbriar, a powerful man within the city, and owner of this mill, but he is yours now. Take him, kill him if you must. I want to live." He pauses for a second as the two men next to him nod.
"And I am sure my father would not take well to my death!" he offers, this last part clearly meant to be a warning of some sort, although it was not delivered with any spite.
One of the other men chips in, as if feeling he aught to say something.
"That old elf has led us all astray, and the poor sop was just a puppet on a string to that harlot in the tower! What does that say about us? Eh? Sycophants of a puppet! I want to go. I just want to go!"
This last part delivered almost as a sob.
"Surely there has been enough slaughter here today? Look, we three have no fight with you here today. We came at the call of Justice Ironbriar, a powerful man within the city, and owner of this mill, but he is yours now. Take him, kill him if you must. I want to live." He pauses for a second as the two men next to him nod.
"And I am sure my father would not take well to my death!" he offers, this last part clearly meant to be a warning of some sort, although it was not delivered with any spite.
One of the other men chips in, as if feeling he aught to say something.
"That old elf has led us all astray, and the poor sop was just a puppet on a string to that harlot in the tower! What does that say about us? Eh? Sycophants of a puppet! I want to go. I just want to go!"
This last part delivered almost as a sob.