The slaves started putting on a bloodied leather gambeson to the pirate, without his consent which he gagged over a few times.  He winced in discomfort but let it slide.  

Then, just as the slaves got rowdy and started moving, Fyr asked him if he was ready for something.  

[Color=steelblue]"I was born ready, mate."[/color] the pirate responded.  [Color=steelblue] "I mean yea I work out and I'm in my prime so good observation.  I've....wait...what are you getting at!?"[/color]

[Color=steelblue]"Sure!"[/color]

Dalious observed as Fyr destroyed one of the two guards.  He rose his spear toward the other to make him yield, pausing any of the slaves that may have tried to kill him. 

[Color=Steelblue]"Stop!"[/color] Dalious shouted to the mob.  [Color=steelblue]"Leave this one alive, so long as he answers my questions.  We will break a finger for every answer that displeases.  Where is the armory, where our belongings are?  In fact, lead us there if you know, otherwise, Fyr is breaking a thumb.  Secondly, tell us where the rest of yous are or you lose two thumbs."[/color]



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