[H2][color=#9cb6c3][right]Solomon Sparrow[/right][/color][/H2]
[right][b][color=#9cb6c3]Location: [/color][/b] Rascade, Kindeance [/right]
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	After Solomon left the private reward ceremony, he went to check up on Gerralt in the basement, making sure that no one was following him. Especially if any of his allies. He didn’t want to spoil the surprise. In reality, he actually wanted to minimize how much contact they had with him. He knew there was no hiding what Solomon had done to any who raided the Black Serpent Guild. But he also knew of the harm he brought to them even if indirectly. Solomon felt it best to keep any emotions they still felt about the incident minimal.

	When Solomon arrived, he was already moved. Though he was asked to be among the executioners, Solomon politely refused. However, he did mention he would be among the audience. Solomon may have enabled them to even hold the execution, but he didn’t want his name tied to it. Not now, anyway. But he also knew his attendance would be necessary. Gerralt could still not respond to the pain he was experiencing, which worked against the king’s plan, and the Jailer’s hopes. Furthermore, Gerralt existed as undead. A poorly resurrected being, but still a creature that would easily survive being torn by the horses.

	When it came time for the execution, Solomon was near, blended into the crowd, but otherwise front and center to watch. As soon as the ropes become taught, Solomon whispered softly. With everyone jeering and whooping around him, his voice was unheard by any, even those pressed next to him. All at once, Gerralt could express the torture he was going through, from both the pull of the horses, and the pain of his previously existing grievous wounds. 

	When the reanimated corpse’s blood stained the dirt below, and stench was horrendous. One who stood next to Solomon reeled back into him, spilling his beer, some splashing onto Solomon’s clothes. The man offered a quick apologies before he covered his nose, returning to his cheers. Gerralt was now in four distinct parts. His legs lay wrangled at the backs of two horses, and his arm lay several feet from the socket it was once connected. Gerralt’s screams were garbled as fluids filled his lungs. It was only a moment, but was an agonizing one for Gerralt. He would have felt and continue to feel the agony throughout his torn body. Solomon released his hold over the raised dead, freeing Gerralt’s soul from the perverse spell, letting it return to the afterlife. Gerralt’s eyes were once again lifeless. His face was more twisted than when Solomon first came across his body within the mortuary lab.

	With the execution now over, Solomon made his way through the crowd. There was a banquet being held tonight in which he was invited. He needed to first clean off the beer that spilled onto his garb. Then he needed to find a tailor. Solomon rarely visited major cities, let alone was invited to royal banquets. He was going to need a set of proper clothes for the occasion, if only for the night.