Those bloody 8 years of murder were all what existed to him in that moment, everything else just banished from his mind. Alas, he had been turned into a merciless mercenary. The man that he used to be was no more...
Dreothorn watched with a smirk on his face how that kid killed his parents, it was him or them, they would all die eventually but he wanted to prove that boy's mettle. A disgraceable bastard, just the same as the others. Dreothorn liked to make the kids make those decisions, to see if they would die for their parents or if they were coward enough to kill them with a clean stab, normaly he let the kid live until his or her parents were dead, but this was an exception. With a quick move he he plunged his halberd at the boy's neck, just at the middle, and twisted it until that kid's head rolled to the ground, then he left the crime scene with the smirk still on his face...
His face wasn't really pleasant, a large scar separated his right eye from the rest of his ashen face. His green eyes already had wrinkles, not because of age but because of the lack of rest he had those days. There was a time his eyes resembled hope, but not anymore. Now there was some kind of hate and disgust, the same look he gave to his father years ago...
Why did he killed that kid so fast? Why was he the exception? There are two simple explanations:
Because people that kill their parents so easily don't deserve to live and because that boy reminded him of himself, of how he left her mother to die alone, of how he would had loved to kill his dad if the oportunity showed up.
He stopped in from of a cave, it was dark and smelled like rotten flesh. And in fact there was rotten flesh inside, slaves with their skin of the back threatening to fall and some others that were already rotting down on the corner.
He sat right where Anarr had once whipped him and this the same work...
"Work you damn slaves!" He yelled and threatened one of them with the whip. Some time before he would had thought about it as an aberration, but now he found it entretaining.
The mercenary had been born...
