>Aerdros stands stiff and alert for about an hour and then beings to droop. He places the sword back in the scabbard, crosses his arms and leans back against the wall.<

Evil evil come out where ever you are. heheh.

>He checks occasionally on the bodies. There is no sign of movement.<

Maybe I should have been a priest? Could have stayed in one place. A nice soft bed every night.

>He remembers his training, and straightens up once again.<

"Justice is the crowning glory of the virtues."
Cicero