After time passes a bit and Rask relaxes from the battle in the Library. He looks around and addresses Ca’armine in a cheerful, clear voice, his hillbilly Aegierain accent exaggerated, but not so much to be a caricature.
“Carrm, you reckon’… Orcs got souls? They go through Hoods Gate too right?”
The man on the street had grabbed onto Ca’armine’s leg with an iron grip. He then told Ca’armine “You may have killed the Snake, but the Wolf still hunts and spider weaves its web, and the King Behind the throne is coming.”
Seeing that Rask was about to draw his sword on the man, Alexis threw himself between Rask and the old man. After the threat of Rask’s sword has passed, and Alexis gets back to his feet, he looks at Rask with concern.
“Are you doing okay? Did he remind you of someone from your past?”
After arriving back at Mavon’s estate after the confrontation with the Bloodfang and the killing of Thorgar. Alexis takes Rask slightly aside.
After a moment making sure they’re alone.
“Rask. Throgar surrendered. Twice. The Crimson Calling aren’t blood-thirsty mercenaries. Killing isn’t how we solve problems. I appreciate you leaping in front to confront Throgar after I’d gotten him angry. I do. Thank you for being so willing to risk yourself for me. But when someone surrenders we need to let them. If we kill the helpless, we sink to the level of those we fight against.”
At this moment one of the other Crimson Calling hands Rask and Alexis their share of the money for completing the job and killing Throgar.
Alexis looks at a loss for words
“This… we don’t kill… who surrendered.”
Alexis starts to walk away while putting his reward away.
A day or two down the road to the Greyfax estate, as the Crimson Calling has just finished setting up camp and is starting their evening chores, a lone man approaches leading a horse.
The man is wearing a heavy winter cloak, and a simple undyed tabard. Under the cloak and tabard, the observant make out dark-red, almost black chain mail and the hilt of odd shaped, dark-handled sword. It reminds those that remember of the blade Ethelred called “Bushwacker,” but longer.
The man raises his arms confidently in the universal gesture of peace,
“Hail, I am Rask Felmar, of Thater that Was. You must be the Crimson Calling.” He calls out confidently.