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Lucian made his way towards the bowels of the ship first and foremost, a crowbar within his hands. On his back was the blessed Scythe of Ruin, the Knight hesitant to fully wield the weapon as his blessings from the Gods were fickle. Strength had returned, but he was no herculean juggernaut of war as he once before. If he was not at his peak, would he be able to bear two runes?
As he made his down the stairs he noticed two men standing in his way. They were sailors, each of them having cleaner faces than many of the other crew members. Perhaps of higher birth? Lucian could guess that, but he had known peasants who enjoyed to be clean. Those such as himself.
“You going to be digging through the cargo?” Asked one of them as he gave him a sharp look.
“Does the Captain want to stop me here after I waited so long?” Lucian asked the man with a clear malice in his voice. The man did not seem to flinch, but perhaps that was because he had seen Lucian humiliated earlier.
Lucian would make sure if that happened, that he would have good cause to fight back. Then the Gods would allow him to use his full strength.
“You’re good, captain just wanted us nearby to make sure no one pesters you. Help you out so that you don’t wreck the entire shipment.” He pointed out as he got a crowbar in his own hands, “We have an entire hull of goods down there. Gotta keep them safe from all.”
Those last words Lucian sensed were not directed at him. Perhaps, perhaps it was a joke about people being thieves. Well they were all still peasants and clearly they did not hold too much honor, Lucian would not be surprised if anyone attempted to steal a few things as they were working.
These were the people the gods protected, protecting from him. Yet he knew that he was painting them with too broad of a brush, that they were not all in fact sycophants and thieves. Honest people working an honest job, thats what many of these people were and he almost killed all of them.
All over being hit by a bottle he knew could not even hurt him.
Lucian shook his head, a subtle amount of anger coming up. If he did find out who did that he was going to give them a lesson in what not to do. After all the Gods would not protect a man if it was a just action. He wouldn’t hang the fellow, perhaps he should tie him to a post.
With crowbar in hand they began their work. Lucian easily popping the lid off the first crate with little effort. It was simply a crate full of exotic furs destined for some Lord’s Court. Feeling his annoyance the Knight placed the lid back of the crate and slammed his fist to imbed the nails.