At the tavern

Jaer held his jaw painfully, glaring daggers at the giant that had turned and grabbed him. He didn't even get a chance to attack. Jaer just sat there, thinking. I need to work on my sneaking skills; I have been on the road for far too long. He stood up and dusted himself off, grabbing his sabres and sheathing them. Jaer walked back to his room, looking at the door and shaking his head. He limped back downstairs, looking at the innkeeper. The man was scared out of his wits; as well he should be. Jaer pulled out his jeweled dagger, looking at the man expectantly from under his pitchblack hood and cloak. The room had gone silent as the innkeeper, his whole body shaking, held out his left hand. Jaer cocked his head to the side and let out a small chuckle; the man was married. Jaer shrugged and put a firm grip on his wrist, looking at the outstreched fingers, deciding which. He agreed with himself on the ring finger and put the blade on it, making the man wince. He slowly sawed back and forth, causing the innkeeper to howl in pain. "You lied, man. You pay," Jaer said as he jerked downward, cutting the rest of the finger off. He picked it up and looked at it curiously, the ring still on it. He pulled it off and stuck it in a pouch, tossing the finger at the retreating innkeeper, saying prayers and the like. He turned back to the rest of the room, sheathing his dagger and walking slowly towards the door and his horse.

At the cemetery

He pulled the sabres from his sheath, eying the girl named Char. "You didn't say there would be undead," he remarked, hitting an undead in the head with the pommel of his sword, succeding only in making it mad, swinging wildly at him with its flail. He followed through with a feint, bringing his right arm up and chopping the head off, removing the arms and legs next; these things tended to not die. Jaer turned back to Char. "Why didn't you tell me I'd have to be fighting these?" he asked, ducking as a rusty bastard sword went flying over his head. He turned and smacked a shin with his forearm, shattering it and sending the skeleton to the ground. Its arm ripped off, crawling towards him. He stomped on it, breaking bone.


((Hey, what happened to the hand that crawled up her robe? Just curious.))

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