[center][h2][color=steelblue]Dalious[/color][/h2][/center]





The guard looked terrified, as he pointed toward the east.  "Just kill him" one of the former slaves yelled behind Dalious.  "Yea, he's trying to trick us!"said another.  

Dalious only hesitated briefly, then gripped his spear tightly and jammed it as hard as he could through the guards chest.  The look on the dying guard's face stamped its image into Dalious's mind.  The rest of the former slaves cheered the pirate as the guard's body fell limp to the floor.  Dalious instantly felt regret, for the guard had surrendered.

The mob of them continued cheering as the company continued southward, knowing that if they didn't find the armory they could always come back and head east.  But Dalious felt sick to his stomach and he didn't understand why.  He had killed dozens of people before...but this one was the only one who surrendered first.  It made him sick.  He slowly followed the mob, dragging Manzur's blood stained spear across the sand as he went.