After the kerfuffle at the shop it was time to make their way back to the harbor. They held hands, made plenty of eye contact.
Come on Sak he thought to himself are you really falling for her? You think you are the one to change a virtual stripper and god knows what else? No, but it would be something to take his mind off things. All those people he had killed. Good or bad he never cared. Just the money and the desire, no the need to finish it, and what then?
Would he too be a shell like Bringer? A burnt out has been just waiting for the past to catch up. A blaze of swords, finally facing the more skilled opponent. Was that his end?
****! even Bringer had been thinking of a way out.
They had reached the harbor and he put aside his thoughts. The general stood waiting and Sak was forced to remark on the ornate flintlock pistol that was holstered at the general's waist. "A fine weapon you have there general"
"This? This was my father's and his father's before that. It is blessed with a magical energy. I know not or it's origins or of how it found it's way into my family, but I will tell you this. It has slain many a great beast, and with luck and the blessing of the gods it will continue to do so by my hand.
"We off then?" Bringer had returned from the market, but upon his helm was the most amazing thing. Perched atop the mans headgear was a red and white Santa's hat!
"What the @#%& is that!" Exclaimed the bemused bounty hunter.
"Well, you know? Have to get in the spirit of things. Don't want people to think i'm all just @#%& and vinegar"
He just never cease to amaze.
Then suddenly a woman's scream brought everyone back to earth. "Look out! Mech bats!" I trader cried.
They were all around. Buzzing the town folk. Not much worst than wasps, but boy were they annoying.
Bringer was swatting them for fun until one managed too nab his cherished festive hat! The sight of him chasing the thing about the market was just too much. Even the general had to crack a smile. The bat was baiting Bringer, but always keeping just out of reach. Then in the fading light of the harbor a familiar sight began to appear in the sky. Salamanders, they began belching small fire balls at the bats and soon the evening air was clear of the mechanical menaces.
Bringer had returned to the group after he had retrieved his now smoldering hat."Damn things! Don't normally see em till the new year?"
"So general where exactly is this boat of yours?"
"Boat! There be no boat lad."
The general then turned to face the sea. He raised his arms and began a chant in a language none of them had heard before. They looked at the water before Vosrot something was moving beneath! Three dome like shapes began breaking the surface and before long they could make out the forms of three gigantic crabs. Even Bringer was dumb stuck.