Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-13615389-20160715062945/@comment-12599067-20160718031604

The moment Brolin had given the order to take out Maurice's men silently, Samedi got the impression that this whole business of cloak and dagger might not be his style. Seeing Jaree calmly snap a man's neck followed by seeing Qatari slitting a man's throat like it was common practice sort of cemented that. He'd known that this job would be violent when he'd signed on. He may have been overly optimistic in believing that killing wasn't going to be commonplace, but he wasn't stupid. But it had been different when they'd been fighting the orcs. Zaathra and his men had struck first and had every intention to pillage, rape, and kill eveyone and everything in Avik's villa, and not necessarily in that order. Samedi had fought because he had to and he still hadn't killed anyone. This was another thing altogether -- Maurice's men hadn't actually done anything and were completely unaware of the fact that they were about to be killed in cold blood. Though the pirates might have attacked if they'd spotted Brolin and company, the fact of the matter was they hadn't. This time around, Samedi was on the side of the aggressor, and he most certainly did not enjoy that.

Then again, he'd signed on to this job. He'd been certain that he could bail if he really needed to, but... no. He wouldn't do that. He'd walked out on some big things in his life but it wasn't going to be like that this time around. This here was a genuine chance to make a difference, hopefully for the better. That's why he'd signed on, really. He'd signed on to recover an Elder Scroll and one way or another use it to make a positive change, whatever that might be. Not to be a murderer.

And so Samedi hung back, at least for this time, making sure that he was as inconspicuous as possible. Which wasn't hard, considering the environment they were in.