"I said unload faster." A loud crack of a whip quickly followed the order. From under an awning Miric watched the welder of the whip trying to drive the elves that were currently unloading a new shipment. It was clear this one didn't have much left in him. Such a waste to feed the miserable wretch for the week or two he had left. All the while the slow down would much cut more into his profits.

Standing to his full high Miric approached his employee and grabbed the whip hand in a tight grip before he could bring it back down on elven skin. "Now now, don't you see, this one is to tired. Help him put those sacks down." The other man gave Miric a knowing look before turning to the slave and roughly removed the sack of wheat.

Miric stood slightly out of sight until the human moved to the side. The elven slave was met by the gleam of a dagger as it plunged into his neck. Blood splattered across Miric's face as the elf clawed futilely at his tunic and mouth prayers to his gods. Leaning close to his ear, but speaking loud enough to the others to hear the human master spoke. "Your gods are dead. I am your god know."

Miric removed his dagger with a slickly wet slide and turned his back as he began to clean the weapon. Over his shoulder he said to the other dock workers, "Have his brethren throw his body in the gutters for the birds and then get back to work. We have two more shipments to unload by midday."