Gold is Gold

A pirate's eyes were wide open, filled with the sight of blades that had beheaded him just before. As it stared then onto the dark horizon that was the sea, surrounded by the dead of his fellows.

The mercenary's charge was swift and deadly, the thin cloth the pirates used gave no protection whatsoever against those sharp weapons, most of them large. While their wobbly cutlasses now lay on the ground, broken and cut in half.

Hubert observed the corpses as he approached the monastery, his sword resting in its scabbard. The mercenaries watched as he tread onward, brandishing their weapons of axes, greatswords, and glaives.

Hubert paid them no heed, proceeding toward the crimson-red-haired Dareon that was sitting on top of two corpses stacked across each other. Looking forward as Dareon sipped a glass of warm water given by the nearby nun.

Swoosh!

"Stop," a large bulky man covered in chainmail halted Hubert with his greataxe.