"I don't like dead things moving about. That's why we ain't going on to Mechitar." the captain said, gruffly.
"No argument from me, sir," the young boy gulped.
The captain laughed, "Good spirit, boy. I won't lie to you. I work my crew hard, and I've worked boys younger than you, understand? No special treatment. By the end you might think that you were better off as chow for them Geb zombies."
"No, sir, I don't think I will," the boy said confidently, but still rubbing his wrist. The shackles had rendered the skin raw.
"We ain't Andoren do-gooders. Sure, slave ships are good targets, but I don't care nothing about freeing nobody. If you're weak enough for your booty to be taken, then it never really was yers. That's what Besmara tells us."
Amwari ibn Horrit XP 22 Fame 37 Prestige 32
4,800 XP (CR 8)
Male Garundi Warpriest of Besmara 8
Medium CN humanoid (human)
Init +1 ; Senses Perception +6
AC 22, touch 11, flat-footed 20, (+7 Armor, +3 Shield, +1 Dex, +1 natural)
HP 67 (8d8+16(con)+8 favoredclass)
Fort +10, Ref +6, Will +12