The Fourth
The Undying
'These'll make her pay attention,' replied the Fourth, patting his chest where the papers were hidden beneath battle leathers. With the Arshakans nosing around, she would have to. To sit on their hands was to invite calamity, and the Fourth quite liked Crorefell as it was.
Dangerous, exciting, but above all else: free.
'Back to the Dragon.' Nodding, the merc glanced at the bodies they'd left in their wake. 'Knucks always was an asshole,' the Fourth remarked quietly. 'But to get in bed with Jhagarth? I don't know.' A bad omen, if ever he had seen one. Natives turning against their own, after all the city and its people had endured under the Empire's yoke? It beggared belief.
Turning away from the grisly scene, the Fourth slipped past Dancer towards the door. The sooner they got ahead of this, the better it would be for everyone who called Crorefell home.
Dangerous, exciting, but above all else: free.
'Back to the Dragon.' Nodding, the merc glanced at the bodies they'd left in their wake. 'Knucks always was an asshole,' the Fourth remarked quietly. 'But to get in bed with Jhagarth? I don't know.' A bad omen, if ever he had seen one. Natives turning against their own, after all the city and its people had endured under the Empire's yoke? It beggared belief.
Turning away from the grisly scene, the Fourth slipped past Dancer towards the door. The sooner they got ahead of this, the better it would be for everyone who called Crorefell home.