A/N: I haven't forgotten about this, life has just been kicking me in the stomach.
She had one more. One more person to–she covered her mouth as the image of Einar's bloody, stabbed-through body took hold. She shook as bile rose in her throat, gripping her brother's coat tighter around her.
They had made it to a scorched town, a town they burned and pillaged of food and other supplies. Sandy guessed she was lucky. . .to have a chance like this. A chance to exact revenge.
"Randy," Thorhall called, clapping a meaty hand on her back. "How's Ulf Shadow treating you?"
Sandy swallowed, shifting as she watched Valthlauss stumble drunkenly out of a home. "He's been. . .welcoming to say the least," she finally said, lowering her voice.
What was she supposed to do after she killed Valthlauss? Just run away? No. Her brother wouldn't want that. Her brother would have wanted her to stay. . .or at least not kill anyone. But they took that choice away from her the moment they killed Randy.
If vengeance was the only thing driving her then so be it.
Shadow sighed, smoking from his pipe. The night was quiet as his crew set up camp in the town they ravaged earlier. Mihal was an excellent asset to have and frankly, he'd rather keep him around. Same with Sandy. She might be doing this for revenge, but her blade skills weren't terrible.
They could be improved upon. He looked over as she and Thorhall spoke. She could be valuable to him, offer her a spot in his crew since he'd quickly be missing two members. However, she was too driven by emotion. That could be a problem.
Shadow blew smoke out into the cool air, returning his attention to Valthlauss as he stumbled into a makeshift seat. Yes, he wouldn't really be missed.