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"Wait, what?" Baradakhus said dumbfounded. Be more discreet about information. He never told Anrik anything. Okay, he might have said to much information, but if he finds Ara, Baradakhus will honestly kill him. Because that's bullshit. Baradakhus didn't tell Anrik anything about where Ara was. He wouldn't have even been able to piece it together, "God-motherfucking-damn it! I'm going to slice his throat open if he finds her. Okay...now I have an emotional investment in this. I'm so going to kill someone."

Then he looked at the woman and flipped her off. Walking away, still fuming, Baradakhus didn't even know how mad he was. That Anrik must be a great liar, or there was some, higher, force that was working for him. Goddamn! He kicked open the door to a bar and walked in, "Alright ya bastards! I'm pissed, and I want all of you to come at me as if you were going to kill me. The person who kills me gets my equipment"

The bar he walked into was filled with other mercenaries, and some guards. The mercenaries smirked and unsheathed their swords, the guards did the same. The owner of the bar came out from the back after all the ruckus, and one look at the crowd, walked right back to where he came from. He wasn't getting into that. The owner came back with two bottles of rum, seems he was actually interested, then through the bottle in his right-hand. That was all what was needed for the warrior's to run at Baradakhus.

Baradakhus laughed, a shrieking and high-pitched sound, and his eye opened wide with lust as he grabbed his swords of his back. His laugh stopped a few in their path, and that was all that Baradakhus needed to start. The man rushed forward and sliced at a man's uncovered neck, the "god-sword" coated with blood. His other sword, in his left hand, pierced through a man's leather armour. That was where it got bad. A guard got one clean hit on Baradakhus, but his well-made armour deflected it. This was where it turned from a fight to a slaughter. Baradakhus mowed down the mercenaries, who weren't that well trained, and then struggled with the guards, but Baradakhus was a master with a blade, and the guards were new. He killed them all, in about an hour.

Wiping his sword on a waitress' clothing, she was terrified, Baradakhus looked at the host and asked, "Some booze, please?"

The host raised an eyebrow before throwing a bottle to the man. "Thanks!" Baradakhus then sat down. He then turned to the woman, "Could you go through the dead guy's pockets, please? I want to see if they have contracts or money or whatever."

The woman could only nod shakily before what was asked of her. She came back with one contract, which read that someone put a bounty on a slaver a few days away from the city, and then there were only 134 gold pieces, shared with all the men. They spent it on drinking.

The good thing that happened was that Baradakhus wasn't angry anymore. So, yeah. He just killed people.