[center] [h1] [color=d72525] Sergio della Gherardesca [/color] [/h1] [/center]

Ser Renar would feel a metal grasp on his shoulder a moment after he spoke his offer, a clank of steel behind him marking Sergio's arrival. He glanced to the bandits still alive, his warpick dangling in his free hand.

[color=d72525] "Not precisely our judgement, amico. I would never deny these brigands the dread of anticipation. They earned it from their greed-fueled blood letting, no?" [/color] He spoke calmly, but loudly enough for the barbarians to hear him. Their cowardice did not earn them a reprieve from the purgatorium they deserved. 

A man should reflect upon his evil, before greeted by Death.