SelcSilverhand
First Post
Grudgingly, the barbarian stays his hand as the others call for his restriant. The battle lust that had seized him ebbs without an armed foe in sight. After a moment it seems as if blinders have been removed and he begins looking around and taking stock. He holds his club at the ready and remains close to the prisoner. He wears a scowl on his face and makes it clear he would sooner crush the shifters skull than keep it alive after attacking them.