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Foundling [for ammapreaker]
Oct. 12th, 2016 10:11 pmIt certainly wasn't the most difficult fight the Second Sons had ever faced, but there had still been plenty of action involved in taking the small city away from the slave masters who had taken it over after feeling the larger, fallen cities along Slavers' Bay. And as the Captain of this particularly famous and effective band of sellswords, Daario Naharis had been in the front line and in the thick of the fighting. He'd been a slave once, and even though that accident of birth had given him the opportunity to be the magnificent warrior he was now, it still felt like something close to a good deed whenever he spilled the blood of a master.
He and a handful of his men were going street by street, alley by alley, making sure they had not missed a single slaver. Daario walked through the open door of a brothel he'd patronized in days past, looking to see if anyone had decided to take refuge among the perfumed working girls.
As it turned out, someone had. Perhaps the owner, or a particularly unpleasant customer. But whoever the man was, he was currently laying in the middle of the otherwise empty common room, where men like Daario once drank and caroused with the whores before selecting one (or more) to take to the bedrooms. He had been just about to leave when he realized the room was not empty. To his amazement, a slip of a blonde girl was sitting at a table, sipping wine from a cup, her free hand still bloody and clutching the dagger she'd no doubt used to dispatch the man on the floor.
Daario took his hand off his sword and smiled. "Not bad work," he told the girl. "Maybe I should recruit you."
He and a handful of his men were going street by street, alley by alley, making sure they had not missed a single slaver. Daario walked through the open door of a brothel he'd patronized in days past, looking to see if anyone had decided to take refuge among the perfumed working girls.
As it turned out, someone had. Perhaps the owner, or a particularly unpleasant customer. But whoever the man was, he was currently laying in the middle of the otherwise empty common room, where men like Daario once drank and caroused with the whores before selecting one (or more) to take to the bedrooms. He had been just about to leave when he realized the room was not empty. To his amazement, a slip of a blonde girl was sitting at a table, sipping wine from a cup, her free hand still bloody and clutching the dagger she'd no doubt used to dispatch the man on the floor.
Daario took his hand off his sword and smiled. "Not bad work," he told the girl. "Maybe I should recruit you."
