[IRP] A Fall From Grace: The Escape from Laus

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Kethen Dorn was an ugly man by most means. His face and body were covered in scars, his skin was oily and his hair and beard unkempt. He did have one thing going for him though, his size. He towered over most people allowing him to look down on them with cold black eyes. He was well toned and could swing his axe hard enough to cut a man in two.

Now though, he was engaged in a contest of strength with one of the town guards. The soldier was fairly strong, a testament to his training, but the pile of gold coins stacked on the table next to them gave Kethen the drive to win. With a final grunt the axe fighter slammed his opponent's hand against the table, causing the gold to jump slightly. With a practiced motion the mercenary swept up every last bit of money and placed it in the bag he kept tied around his neck.

"Better luck next time." He said in a gravelly voice. He flexed his arm a time or two before he grabbed his weapon and rested it on his shoulder. This bar was tapped out now so he'd have to move on. Sadly most of the mercenary work around here was terrible so he had to make his traveling money by beating up local law enforcement. He smiled slightly, military types were easy pickings.

The only real job he got wind of was something about a missing noble and even that was just a whispered rumor here and there. Kethen moved through the town until he got to a large fountain that was supplying water. He used it to fill his water skins and prepared to move on. A guard and a young girl were causing a fuss and that attracted a crowd.

The man caught snippets of the conversation from both crowd and the two involved in the altercation allowing him to put two and two together. He thought for a moment before deciding on an action. With his axe once again on his shoulder he walked over to the pair, approaching from behind. As he moved he noted the guard's hand gripping the girl. He cleared his throat, as sound reminiscent of boots stomping down a gravel road.

"How's about you let go of the girl." He growled. "I'd hate to have to take yer head for it. Especially since I probably won't get paid for it." In all honesty the move wasn't out of a sense of justice. Having nobles owe you was always a good thing. Well, that and they were normally rich...