Prelude: Verbobonc to Hommlet
Brankx couldn't help but wince a little at the greeting. A few years ago he wouldn't have hesitated with the greeting, even followed suit, but with his history the use of 'brother' was still a hard point for him. Brankx sniffed as he looked at the notice, his demeanour more serious. "I'll not sleep less for the death's of bandits and murderers cousin...i will do what i must. And I'm sure this Wilfrick has his reasons for the display." He looks at teh dwarf, his eyes seem a little darker, haunted now than before.
"If ye can't stomach the scalping, so be it. But these men rob honest folk....hurt and kill family, people that need protecting. If they want a sack full of scalps fer proof, then who am i to argue." Brankx came across as callous as if teh fact of scalping was one of nessesaty, like it was something that he had seen before, buta small catch in his voice showed the truth....he was uncomfortable with the idea.
....but it wouldn't stop him if it meant getting paid.
The dwarf smiled at Grollo, looking at him with arms crossed. "Maybe he has something less 'visual' on hand." He looked at the sign and mused.
<OOC: A brief description of brankx. He's a little smaller than average height for a dwarf and a lot less muscular. He borders on lean even though he is still broad. He has short cropped brown hair and beard, and a scar running from his forehead, sown his left eye to the base of his left ear. He wears grey studded leather armor, a black cloak and dark grey boots, with his breeches grey and a sleeveless tunic of black, and has a hand axe on each hip as well and throwing axes on each thigh. His right arm has a tattoo of ancient dwarfish symbols.>