Dirk strode through the streets of watertown, a swagger to his step, a joy to his face and jolly to his appearance. For someone that worked for the underground he sure seemed happy. Thought his clan was dead he lived to the fullest, and he helped others do the same. He was hopping to help someone today, he was to meet with an elf that needed help getting a home and the dwarf was happy to help. Dirk, being the drinker he was decided to meet the man at a pub, he planned on paying for the drinks of course, he may be a drunk but he was still a gentlemen.
MEAN WHILE
Constantine wandered through the remains of the small village he had crush, there use warriors did nothing, and it wasn't protected by any real guards. He sighed as a man attempted to run away, only to be kicked hard in the the back of his foot, the screams of pain as the peasant dropped showed he hit the Achilles tendon, it was more obvious after the muscles in the calf began to tighten expand rapidly. "you know your just no fun, none of you, no back bone, no guts, no balls, maybe if one of you half wits grew a pair and managed to fight back I would try to be merciful" the caster said pushing his foot deep into the man's side. It was true he had not seen a challenge in a long time, and he was merely killing time, and killing others. Finally disposing of the pleading town's man with a quick kick to the throat, Constantine walked away, as if it was something he did on a normal basis.