Aseel moved quickly through the street of the Nakhla, behind him were a few enforcers that had followed Mother since before the Avenging Sons joined. His steps were quiet, but a fierce determination filled his eyes. Standing opposite a tavern, he counted the number of people he could see inside. 'Deal with those men.' He remembered Mother's words and was happy to fulfill them. They made her sad. They disappointed her. It wasn't allowed.
Reaching for his waste he pulled out his saber and with his other hand pulled out a large piece of paper. Kicking the door open, the people inside saw the cold executioner of Mother watching them all. Without making a notice he walked forward, his saber reflecting the candlelight. Saladin's representative saw him and smirked.
