Pictures, Memories...

The pictures in that room were strikingly full of suprises. Hermes had ignored them at first when he saw them carefully racked and placed on the table because of the urgency of the situation at hand. But now as he lay weak and wasted on the bare floor, struggling to pull himself back up, he could feel his senses slowly deciphering the several details that stuck on the walls and the floor of the house.

One of those pictures was lying directly under his face when he heard Tracie's voice saying to Tyrax "Not so fast, Dude. You can't do that yet".

"The king gave me orders. He said I kill him and everyone with him". The now famliar cold brutal voice replied, sounding quite determined.

"The king will not be pleased to hear that you killed Mark Dengerberd and his lovely Molina."

"They are traitors..."

"Yes, I know. They are. Which is why the king is about to get even richer. Don't you get it? Brains, Tyrax. Brains. Not every single face off like this ends with the spill of blood".

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