After a few days in Carthal, tracking the Slaver's movements, I eventually found myself on the roof of a building we'd passed on the way into town.
Below me, a few Orcs were discussing a sale that the Slaver had been planning. "It's in there, tomorrow night. You need one of these to get in." One of the Orcs said, holding up a piece of purple fabric. Perfect.
I waited for one of the Orcs to leave...
...then leaped to the ground, drawing my swords.
Before they could react, I stabbed one Orc in the chest and slashed my blade across the throat of the other.
With the Orcs dead, I gathered up their purple fabric.
The next evening, Fayku, Zachariah, Osia, Tofruil and I gathered outside the entrance to the tavern. We only had two entrance fabrics, so it was decided that Osia and me would go in and extract the Slaver, while the others would wait for us outside.
We got inside easily, and found ourselves in a small upstairs room. The slaver stood at the end, talking. "Now, as you know, this is only for payment purposes. If you have a ticket, that's because you bought a new slave off of me before, and you're here to pay. You two, at the back, come and pay." He said.
The small crowd opened and Osia and I pushed forward.
We acted normal and no one realised anything was wrong until we shoved the two others to the ground and grabbed the Slaver. "Let go of me!" He shouted.
I let go of him and kicked him to the ground in the middle of our group. Zachariah spoke up. "You stand guilty of betraying and fleeing the Crimson Knights, during which you killed one and injured another of our members. The punishment for this is death. I am here to exact this."
"You're all corrupt, it's not just me, you fool. See, you even associate with pirates? Enalican scum!" The Slaver spat on the floor. Zachariah pointed his spear towards the Slaver, but the man drew two short knives and took up a defensive stance. "Stand down. Your death will be over more quickly." Zachariah made to attack, but Osia stopped him. "No. I've got this." He said. "No one calls me scum."
The Captain stabbed towards the Slaver, but his blow was parried.
They sprang apart and Osia swung a low blow, only for it to be knocked aside...
...leaving his guard open for the Slaver to stab him deep in the chest, just below the neck.
Osia cried out and fell to floor as the Slaver turned and fled.
Zachariah and Tofruil gave chase, but Osia called me over to him. "Stay still. The Tourney is on, there'll be a healer somewhere." I said. The Captain shook his head. "No. It's before my time, but let me die. Captain her well, Achilles. Look after my ship." He said, and with one last cry, his head lolled back and he was no more.
I beckoned to Fakyu. "I'm going after the others. Take the crew down to the Docks, find the slave ship. Free the captives, take the riches." I ordered. "It'll be done my friend. I might be old, but I'm still perfectly capable of leading a raid!" He said with a laugh.
When I found them, Tofruil, the Slaver and Zachariah were in a vicious duel at the bottom of building. I say building, but it was nowhere near finished and it could just as easily have been ruins.
Tofruil was thrown back, and Zachariah swung his sword, but the Slaver caught the blade with his own. He smirked.
In one fluid movement, the Slaver swung his dagger upwards, sending Zachariah flying over his shoulder and wrenching his sword from his hand, then stabbed down with his free knife right through Zachariah's heavy body armour.
Tofruil and I charged as one, and the Slaver barely blocked our attacks.
He started edging up the semi-constructed steps and we followed, the only noise was the clang of steel on steel.
The top of the building was just a husk of what it was intended to be. It was tall, way up above the town, and Mythron was still in the grip of winter. Ice clung to the edges of the platform and wind whipped around us. Tofruil was at the front and it was her attack the Slaver bore the brunt of.
They fought across the flimsy platform, until Tofruil had the Slaver backed up against a raised piece of stone.
He clambered up and ran over the single plank of wood. Tofruil stood on the other side.
"NO!" I called out to her. The plank and the wooden platform beyond were suspended up above the town. At that height a fall would be lethal.
But the Elf ignored my warning, and nimbly sprang across the plank to continue the fight.
Tofruil expertly disarmed the Slaver with two swipes and pressed her blade to his throat. "Stand down." She said.
"What, and allow you to keep me locked up like you think will be fitting? I don't think so." And with that, the Slaver hurled himself backwards.
When Tofruil and I finally reached the bottom of the building, we found Fayku waiting for us. "They put up more resistance that we anticipated. We lost half our force, the rest have retreated and await a command. We can't take them from land." He panted. The run must've tired him out. "Then we'll take them from sea. Fayku, Tofruil, ready the crew and wait for my signal. When you get it, charge them. I'll get the ship."