Faust couldn’t help but let a grin slip through as he stood over the crumpled form of their would-be assailant. In his mind, the fear and excitement of the attack were momentarily overshadowed by the fact that everything had worked according to plan. Going from the well-lit hall to their darkened room, the attacker’s eyes didn’t have time to adjust, giving Faust the perfect opening to deliver a solid blow. He had to give the guy some credit, though. His head had been thick enough to crack the seemingly well-built stool.
Faust paused for a moment to collect himself, the thought that they might possibly die finally catching up to him. Casting a nervous look over to Mercy’s silhouette near the bed, he realized that he missed whatever she had just said, but it was obvious that she was ready to fight. It was a good thing, too, because with them stuck on a ship at sea, it wouldn’t matter what they chose to do. All options involved fighting.
After taking a few breathes , Faust tossed aside the broken fragments of the stool and bent down to grip the man by his collar, dragging him fully inside the room before shutting the door. He wanted to have some idea of what he was dealing with before he or Mercy attempted to leave, and this man was going to tell him everything he needed to know. Leaning in close, he squinted at the man through the darkness, analyzing every detail.
“If I had to guess, I’d say he’s a pirate. A bit ragged looking, though.” Faust remarked. He rummaged around the pirate’s belt, looking for anything that might be of use, and eventually he found what he wanted. Wrapping his hands around a wooden haft of a boarding axe, he quickly shoved it into his belt and continued to search for any other useful items.
“From the sounds of the fight outside, the crew isn’t doing too well. We should make our way up to the top deck before things potentially get worse.” Faust said without looking up. He was still too busy looting the body. “That is, unless you have some other plans on how we’ll-…..” His sentence was cut short at hearing the jingle of coins. Repositioning himself so as to obscure Mercy’s view, he relieved the pirate of his gold pouch, considering it as recompense for causing them trouble.
Having finished his business, Faust stood up once again and stepped towards the door. He cracked it open slightly, checking to see if any more unwelcome visitors were heading their way. “So, what’s it going to be partner?” he turned to ask her.
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