"Alright, alright. I'll get my stuff ready." he said, his bloody grim grin back on his face again.
Taking his axe out, her sharpened it again. He counted the marks up the handle. "I think I'm at 57 with this next one." he said looking at Darius, an odd serious look on his face.
What was he planning to do with that gold? Meh, maybe Intel gathering, thought Lloyd, remembering his days as an assassin.
"I'll wait here all night if needed" he whispered, thinking that Darius didn't heard him.
He looked at his friend going out.