"If you do anything in life, it is best not to do it in half measures.
There are many things that are evil, and reviled, when done in small measures. However if you do them
boldly enough?"
A meaty crunch and then a wail of pain.
"Why... Obstinance becomes Tradition.
Smuggling becomes Trade."
Another crunch, sobbing.
"Murder becomes glorious War.
And Theft....? Why theft just becomes Business."
R'elend draws his armoured boot back and drives it into the stomach of the sobbing Hyur woman, a scattering of cheap jewelry scattering over the stones. He kicks her again and again, her thin tunic doing little to protect her as she curls into a quivering ball.
He reaches down and grabs a handful of her dark hair, pulling her up by it as she claws and pounds on his armor.
"Your problem isn't stealing, lass. It's that you don't steal enough."
He drags the woman a few feet and tosses her at the feet of the merchant, a scowling Dunesfolk. "You satisfied?"
The dunesfolk nods, spitting on the cowering woman as his assistants retrieve his merchandise. "Get that filth out of my face."
R'elend nods and drags the woman into an alley, tossing her into a pile of refuse. He stands in front of her, and she begins crying once more, covering her body with her arms to protect from the blows. However all that comes is a small pat, and the clinking of metal.
"And Kindness Lass? Done boldly it becomes mercy."
The woman tentatively touches the small pouch that had landed in her lap, the glint of coins inside. It was not a large amount, perhaps a few days wages for a laborer, but her eyes widened as if the Sultana's vault itself. She opens her mouth, not sure what is happening as R'elend walks out of the alley.
"However done weakly?" He shakes his head, "It just extends suffering."
There are many things that are evil, and reviled, when done in small measures. However if you do them
boldly enough?"
A meaty crunch and then a wail of pain.
"Why... Obstinance becomes Tradition.
Smuggling becomes Trade."
Another crunch, sobbing.
"Murder becomes glorious War.
And Theft....? Why theft just becomes Business."
R'elend draws his armoured boot back and drives it into the stomach of the sobbing Hyur woman, a scattering of cheap jewelry scattering over the stones. He kicks her again and again, her thin tunic doing little to protect her as she curls into a quivering ball.
He reaches down and grabs a handful of her dark hair, pulling her up by it as she claws and pounds on his armor.
"Your problem isn't stealing, lass. It's that you don't steal enough."
He drags the woman a few feet and tosses her at the feet of the merchant, a scowling Dunesfolk. "You satisfied?"
The dunesfolk nods, spitting on the cowering woman as his assistants retrieve his merchandise. "Get that filth out of my face."
R'elend nods and drags the woman into an alley, tossing her into a pile of refuse. He stands in front of her, and she begins crying once more, covering her body with her arms to protect from the blows. However all that comes is a small pat, and the clinking of metal.
"And Kindness Lass? Done boldly it becomes mercy."
The woman tentatively touches the small pouch that had landed in her lap, the glint of coins inside. It was not a large amount, perhaps a few days wages for a laborer, but her eyes widened as if the Sultana's vault itself. She opens her mouth, not sure what is happening as R'elend walks out of the alley.
"However done weakly?" He shakes his head, "It just extends suffering."
