Alucard watched as the people slowly went below the temple, on the path back to the city. The Mass of people soon became a few stragglers, then finally, the empty feild. The master shadow leaned against a crumbling pillar, the same one he had most previously been sitting on. His eyes were upon the still glowing embers, their red hot glow a testiment to his mounting anger. With a roar, the threw a punch at the black marble pillar. With an extremely loud crack, the pillar broke and started to fall. The Shtahl grabbed the falling remains. Lifting with incredible strain, he carried the pillar to the edge of the cliff and dropped in, in the same place that he had thrown the bodies of Cleara Verdad members.
Looking down into the heavily churning water, he called forth from his barracks a burning pot of oil, why he would have a pot of burning oil? Who knew? Alucard tossed it over the cliff too, when the pot crashed into water, it shattered, spraying fire over the water. Looking over his small bit of carnage, he muttered, "I feel better."
Just before the hour was up, he was walking into the tavern. "How was your day?" he wasked, taking a seat across from Rowan.
