Awyrgan jumped slightly as Rochelle spoke behind him. They were pressed up against the nearest warehouse, the fog providing them with limited cover. The man peered around the corner carefuly. Near the door stood a single man, slight in build for a corsair. He turned back to his companion. "One." He considered their options. "Let's take the direct approach."
Striding up to the door with Rochelle in tow he grinned broadly at the guard who stood with his mouth agape before demanding the green-eyed man's name. A knife was in Awrygan's hand. "My name would kill you." The corsair's eyes bulged and he drew his own sword. Before he could raise it a clenched fist with a hilt in it came smashing into the side of his face, shattering the jaw. Blood spurted from his nose as Awrygan picked him up, placed the knife to his throat as a warning, and then kicked the somewhat rotted door off the hinges. Rochelle was through the door quickly, arrow noched with Awrygan close behind with his "catch." They both stopped short as they entered the room.
It was all but empty. Two men sat slumped against the wall in pools of semi-dried blood. Awrygan recognized the uniform of the High Guard and by his dress the other was of some higher form of nobility. His tounge worked silently in his mouth for some time before words would come out. "Is this it?" The guard of Dol Amroth attempted what seemed to be a nod, but the other shook his head. He coughed blood, and struggled to speak. "There were others, adults, they took them but I don't know where...children...two...lots of guards came took them this morning....I think..." He slumped back into a semi-unconcious state.
Awrygan had let the corsair slip from his grasp onto the floor, where he was beginning to regain his senses. The green-eyed man gave him a swift kick in the ribs and there was a sharp crack. He dragged the man up, and pulled him roughly out the door as three surpsied pairs of eyes stared at him from inside. He saw red briefly, memories of what seemed a hundred years came flooding back. "Where are they?" The corsair did not answer, instead, he spit blood into the outcast Ranger's face. Something in Awrygan seemed to snap, he seemed like some dark lord; terrible and tall. "Poor decision...." A serrated-edged knife was on a rapid descent towards the man's throat before another hand intercepted it, catching the green-eyed man's hand in it's own. Awrygan's normally green eyes were still a flaming red as he turned to find Rochelle standing next to him. "Not like this." Her face was a calm contrast to Awrygan's as he slowly lowered the knife, and sent the man off into the mists with a mighty kick and a string of curses seldom heard by men. Rochelle looked at him. "I did not mean to let him go..." Awrygan turned away. "Then go after him." Rochelle shook her head and dragged the corsair back into the building.
Walking back into the warehouse he buried his knife up to the hilt in the wooden wall and stood silently, attempting to regain some sense of control over himself. He was more surprised at his antics than Rochelle, but it appeared the other way around as she glanced quizzicly at him as she passed. He was, for the moment out of the picture so she walked over to the palace noble. Kneeling down she spoke. "Do you have any idea where the children might be?" Awrygan stood silently against the wall, right hand resting on the burried knife, left hand slowly tracing the scar on his face.
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