The two armored men drug the beaten man by his arms across the hall to their master, tossing him onto the floor as the stood firm. The gray haired man tried to stand, sputtering blood and matter down his mouth and torn armor. His dark blue eyes had begun to lose the bright luster and fire within their gaze, he was weak, though he would never admit it.
"Who, is this you bring before me."
The men stood firmly about to speak before the man struggled to stand up as he spit blood upon the floor.
"Mah name es Bulivye, but yeh can call me papa lil man."
One of the guards drew back the hammer and swung it at the man, watching it as it hit him square in the lower ribs with a loud crack, knocking him to the floor. He gurgled for but a moment as he tried to stand, trembling as he stood firm and stared at the man before him.
"Who is this... Barbarian, you have brought before me."
One of the guards spoke up with a sickly grin.
"We raided a small camp sir, he was the last to stand. He held this, we thought it important."
The soldier set down a wide shield, painted with seven small stars upon it and a rather soft reddish pink back paint.
"Such small stars, for a big man such as yourself, the color is rather masculine as well is it not?"
Bulivye loosed a wide grin and nodded with lofted brows.
"Aye, yes, yeh lads did a fine job'a paintin' it with ther blood. Ah ask yeh, wonder what them stars looked like as crushed their skulls?"
Bulivye was struck yet again with the hammer, letting a loud groan escape from his lungs as he fell to his knees.
"Ah've seen lil fair haired lasses strike harder, even mah dead wife could hit harder!"
He tried to stand, but his legs trembled to the point they were no longer stable as he stumbled to the floor, trying to catch his breath. The man rose from his chair and walked over to him with a smile, grabbing him by his long gray locks and pulling his head up.
"A man of Dale, how interesting. Aphar mentioned your little group a few times before, I think its time we sent a real message to your kin."
He gave a sickly grin as he threw the man to the floor and drew his blade. The Gray haired man fell to the floor, spreading his arms wide as if for an embrace.
"Come lad! Mah fathers await meh, they keepin the ale warm and the pig hot! They smile upon me this day!"
He smiled as tears rolled down his cheeks, just before the cold steel swiftly crossed across his skin. The remnants fell to the floor as all three men stood for but a moment and smiled.
Their leader tossed his blade upon the Dale mans corpse, looking to his two servants.
"Send his head to the she-elf, and fetch me a new blade. I refuse to use a blade soiled with barbarian blood."
He dusted off his hands and looked to the body with lofted brows and shook his head.
"Disgusting.."
