Snippet #1307

Dustin grinned and motioned for Xilas to lead the way. The streets seemed almost barren on the way there for it being in the middle of the day. The word about Uldin must have been confirmed for the people who didn't see the guards heading that way. The temptation to follow the guards to Uldin had started to work its way into his head, and the thought of causing two massacres made him grin. He doubted he could reach Uldin before the guards, but he could try and make sure the guards never came back...

The only problem was making it back before his official Colosseum match. Those that didn't show up became outlaws, and were to be killed on sight. If not for Dustin's plan to kill the king, he wouldn't care, he'd already done enough to warrant it should he be connected to his murders. He could always just join the resistance and wait till someone made an opening for Dustin to strike, or he could start his own rebellion and hide out in the Desert, waiting until his numbers grew large enough for him to over run the castle. Oh well, for now he'd just stick to his original plan...