Brotherhood Bar-Talks

[Tortured_Soul]

The barman felt a shadow and a chill pass through his very soul. He shivered and looked up from his washing. Not three feet from him was the most terrifying visage he had seen in recent years. Dressed in obsidian black, head to toe, was a figure he'd only heard of, although he'd never expected him to come into this bar. Had he entered or mearly appeared, no-one else seemed to have noticed, but the bar was almost silent, as if the man commanded the soul to heed him.

His face hidden by shadow his voice cut through the air like an ice cold blade. These words were aimed at the barman like pinpoint darts, each destined to pierce his heart and freeze it in the moment between beatings.

"Barman, I would speak with the commander of The Brother-Hood." The barman knew that simply pointing out the TBH Commandant would earn him an early grave, but aggravating this man here would earn him an eternity of suffering prior o his final breathe.

He stammered like a scared child, "I- I-. No-one knows-"
"You are trying my paitence, you will tell the TBH Commander that a tortured soul would speak with him!" The voice was now filled with rage and the bartenders heart beat faster than it ever had before. He didn't question, he didn't even think, he scurried away to find the TBH Commander.

"Sir, sir!" The obviously distressed arman was terrified, blood drained from his face. The proud Corsair, whimpering like a petrified child "Sir, the pilot, Tortured_Soul is here to speak with you!"

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