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Berel overcame his momentary hesitation as the wild dogs scurried closer to him. At least, the half-orcish man raised no moral quandaries. He stepped besides his newfound ally, and delivered a quick, sweeping strike. A bit too sweeping, as his blade was deflected by one of the planks before it could dig into the leg of the half-orc.
Berel looked at the rude person leaving their circle with slight disdain, but decided against raising too much of a stink about it. "Well, i suppose this takes 'going right now' out of our options. I think i shall take my leave of you for the moment, but i will be back before the hour is up. That is, unless there is something else you wish of me?"
"I would suggest we get to it as fast as reasonable. I would not want to give the old weasel a chance to slip away again. From what i hear that is his one real talent." Berel added, despite somewhat mixed feelings. The outright bloodlust was understandable, and he felt it too. But while he tried to keep his anger in check, some of the others were not so restrained. It would work out in the end, he hoped.
"We will see. Either way and any way, we have to pay a visit to him." Berel replied, trying to cut down on the knife-carving while at the same time retaining the focus of the group. Each had his own reasons for wanting to bring Lamm down, and getting too close now might be more conductive to infighting than anything else. After their revenge... when they were less under steam, they might be more accessible.
Berel nodded "We will. I am not speaking of letting him get away with anything. It will cost him his life - but i would rather see him working to heal some of the damage he has done than just to see him dead." His hand still on "his" card, he added "Not that i expect him to understand this... or be too interested in it."
Berels hand hovered over the cards for a moment before he finally decided on one of them, taking the last card still present from the spread. "Lamm, like any living creature, deserves a chance. In his case, one at the point of a knife. If he throws that away... well, then he can only hope for some gods mercy. He is a vile, despicable man."
Berel nodded. "Well, in either case, Lamm is a coward at heart, as far as i could tell. He would not gather so many people who wish to see him out of business at the least. Picking them off one by one... sure." He pursed his lips for a moment. Was there anything strange with the womans story? He almost felt as if there was, but... it was just a fluke, probably.
Berel looked at the group as it gathered, a bit surprised by the size. It seemed the old fiend had quite a few more enemies than he had expected. Smiling over his carefully maintained five days stubble, he took a good look at each of them. "Forgive me to assume, but i would like to think this group is here for the same reason i have come?" He slipped his Harrow card between his fingers, which he had kept in one of the pockets of his obviously custom-fitted pants. Raising his hand, he displayed it to the others, much like the man with the cricket card had done. His displayed a paladin.
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Berel turned the card in his hand quizzedly. What was this about? Anyway, it was a first solid chance to get closer to Lamm, who so far had been frustratingly hard to get to. Maybe these "others" were just the help he needed.
And what was the worst that could happen? Him walking away from an unpalatable offer. Still there was a little time before sunset, and so he he took his armor from the training dummy that served as a stand when he was not using it. After an intense bout of training, he quickly washed off the sweat, before making his way to the indicated address. Whoever had send this card, and how this person came to know of his history with the man, he did not quite know. But he'd probably find out soon enough.
Berel had moved to the marketplace, having decided that too much free time was a really good way to get himself occupied with exactly the wrong things. So he moved across the market slowly, keeping an eye out for any indication of someone in need. Also, getting an apple or two for lunch was a good idea. He was growing hungry, after all.
Berel Zenderholm reporting in ;) Berel comes from one of Korvosa's noble families, the Zenderholms. He is known to be somewhat of an embarrassment to the family, having being accepted as a Novice to the Hellknights, but dropping out of their training after one and a half years. He has generally been discarded as a failure, and the family has largely moved on, consigning themselves to paying for him in order to avoid scandal, but expecting little of him. He seems to have made a rather drastic change to his life a few weeks back, linked to some kind of religious awakening. For more details, read my character sheet (linked in my name) ;) |
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