by Lunaestrella » Tue Jul 17, 2012 5:29 am
Alsan grabbed the meat roughly, shoving it in his mouth and gulping down the bear without a word of thanks. After all, slaves were only mere objects to him, things that didn't deserve any kind of respect. "Only liars and cheats survive in this world" he said to himself, and then his gaze travelled to Alina "What are you looking at?" he grunted, but his head turned quickly as one of his soldiers came running through the door, gasping for breath and bowing with respect at his master.
"What is so important as to interrupt my meal?" he asked grumpily, waving his hand in the air as a fly landed on his head, squashing it.
"S-sir. K--kniights. T-they are here" the soldier trembled, obviously terrified of Alsan, who suddenly stood up, unsheathing the blade. Now he was in trouble, as the king knew of his existence, and wasn't happy about the slave trading.
The cruel man strode outside, telling Alina to stay in the tavern. He then walked over to one of the knights that were now trying to save the villagers, and stabbed him in the heart. Pulling the sword out with a grin, he began killing one after another, enjoying the feeling of his blade through their flesh. There weren't many, and soon there was only one left. An especially stealthy archer, who was now running on the rooftops, and had shot several arrows that had bounced off Alsan's thick armour uselessly. After a while, the slave seller got tired of the game, and swung onto the rooftop in a way that not even the strongest of men could have done, leaving the archer mouth wide. Using this moment of confusion, he rested the blade against the man's throat.
"Well well" he said with a cruel laugh, raising his sword.
"No!" exclaimed the man suddenly "I have a piece of information that will be very useful for you!"
Alsan frowned, stopping the weapon in mid air "And what information may that be?" he asked
"T-the hood, sir. Rebels, they are. The king wants them badly, a-and you could ask for a big reward for them" the archer didn't mind betraying the king, only wanting to survive.
The slave trader narrowed his eyes, imagining how much gold he could ask for something that the king wanted.
"And where may I find this... Hood?"
"T-they are coming here, sir. We were sent to get them"
Alsan nodded slowly with a smile "Why, thank you. As a reward, I will spare your life" He chuckled "But you are going to France" With this, he tossed the archer off the roof to the soldiers, who chained him up like the others. In the meanwhile, he paced back and forth, prepared to capture this Hood. All he had to do was think of a plan... suddenly, he had an idea.
"Build a trench!" he commanded to his slaves once they had put the prisoners in the ship. "A big one, right on the road. And then cover it so it cannot be seen!" He grinned at the thought of the outlaws falling in the whole in the ground.