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Baradakhus had awoken to a blazing migraine, and two bodies sticky with sweat. He looked around and saw the waitress and the host from the bar were on either side of him. "What the fuck did we do?" Baradakhus asked rhetorically before standing up. He looked through the house, that was above the bar, to see if he could find anything to wash himself with. He did. He found a wash basin and water already hot in it. Baradakhus sighed in relief, "Oh, thank god!"

After washing himself, Baradakhus dressed himself in his black armour and sheathed his swords on his back. He looked around the room and noticed that shelves were knocked over, and puddles of...something were almost everywhere. Baradakhus sighed in exasperation. He would never find out what had happened. The man left the messy abode, and started walking towards the lizard-district. Yawning, Baradakhus grabbed a healing potion from his pack and drank it. Shaking his head, the migraine was leaving him slowly. "Fucking hate potions," Baradakhus said to no one, "Works so fast on everyone else, but not on me. Goddamn it, what's wrong with my blood?"

Baradakhus had always wondered that. Where his family came from. He knew his father came from a city in the west, but not more than that. He knew nothing of his mother. And he couldn't ask them because he killed them. Ten minutes later, his head was cleared, his cuts were healed, and he was at the lizard-district. Walking in to where he would find Uven, and most likely Ara, he opened the door and saw the woman that he saw the night before. Laughing, Baradakhus made his way over to Uven. "Hey Uven, guess what?" Baradakhus spoke to the lizard-man with a smile on his face, "I think I got a disease last night. Not sure though," then, getting more serious, smile still on face, "You know, I have a way where we can get Ara back in power...or, um, where the people are in power. I mean, we could go either way. Where I go to the Minister of Justice and kill him, then get Ara back in power, or go to the Minister of Justice, kill him, then instill a democracy in this city. I mean, both ways would work."

Baradakhus didn't care for government. He wasn't ruled by a king, he wasn't a citizen of any town or city. He was a drifter. But the things he didn't like about governments, though, was how long it took for a decision to be made, democracy, or if there was one person in power, dictatorship/hierarchy, "I mean, seriously, I can get the job done. Like, so fast and easy. Off the Minister, run away, maybe go farther east, then come back in a year or two to see how will this city is doing. Because, really, how hard would it be to kill one man?"

Then, Baradakhus realized he probably jinxed himself. Oh well, he didn't believe in the karma, jinx stuff. He called it coincidence.