Training Day 3 of 4 3:44

Beranhond woke early, stretched, and fell smoothly out of the hammock. Tigrisclawu, who had snuck in sometime in the night, laughed at him from his perch on the top of his desk.
"Smooth move Beranhond."
"I am full of them." Beranhond said frowning, standing, and hitting his head on the ceiling. The ship had clearly not been made for someone of his height.
"Oh, indeed you are!" Tigrisclawu said continuing to laugh at him. Beranhond ignored him, feeling an ill-mood take a hold him. He then took out his prayer rug, and spent an hour praying. When he finished he headed up the ladder to the main deck. Scriptus and Codex were the only ones watching and he waved at them as he left, feigning a smile.

As he stepped into the silent, quiet and stillness of the city Beranhond finally felt at ease. The last few days had not been the best, and it had finally caught up with Beranhond. As he stepped around the corner a girl, no older than thirteen or fourteen, stepped forward.
"Sir... can I please you?"
"What?"
"Please you?" She said feigning shyness.
Beranhond finally realized what she meant and felt pity. On her face dark blue marks revealed the truth of the situation. Beranhond shook his head, raised his hand and cast 'zone of truth'
"Where is your pimp?"
"He is in his house around the corner. It is where he keeps us."
"How many of there are you,where is he from, and where are you from?"
"Eight, we are from the western islands. He is a slave trader from Thay and was going to collect some more before bringing us to Thay itself." Beranhond anger flared up. The Paladin's of Torm had long been angered by the slave trading habits of Thay.
"Take me to him." He said in a firm voice.

She led him around the corner to a narrow door set in a squat wooden building. As he stepped through he was met by the smell of feces, stale sweat, alcohol, and other things he did not care to identify. His anger grew and he ran up the stairs. As he neared the top of the stairs he saw two narrow doors, a small kitchen, and a dingy can surrounded by flies. A large man asleep surrounded by beer bottles and two girls who possibly had not yet reached puberty. Beranhond, with righteous anger strode over and kicked the man in his crotch.
"AAAAAAAhhhhh..." The man said rolling over, and struggling to rise.

Pimp:
HP: 25
AC: 12, flatfooted 8
Attack: Punch 1d4

Attack:
Roll(1d20)+4:
7,+4
Total:11
(Flatfooted)

Damage:
Roll(1d6)+1:
6,+1
Total:7

Beranhond sliced at him, cutting deeply across his stomach. However, the man had at least regained his footing. The girls moved away before running down the steps.

Pimp Attack:
Roll(1d20)+2:
1,+2
Total:3

The pimp swung, but Beranhond easily sidestepped and swung his sword, it sliced across his back leaving a large, red, bleeding cut.

Attack:
Roll(1d20)+4:
18,+4
Total:22

Damage:
Roll(1d6)+1:
4,+1
Total:5

The man turned, enraged and swung with his fists:
Roll(1d20)+2:
10,+2
Total:12

His fists clanged against his chain shirt, only enraging Beranhond further. Beranhond screamed at the man and thrust the sword through his chest.

Attack:
Roll(1d20)+4:
20,+4
Total:24
crit?
Roll(1d20)+4:
8,+4
Total:12
Damage:
Roll(1d6)+1:
6,+1
Total:7x2=14

Beranhond grabbed the man by his throat and pulled him towards him, burying the sword deeper in his chest. "You shall burn in hell for your crimes. I have no forgiveness for those who enslave, and profit from abuse."
"Mer..."
"There is no mercy today." Beranhond yelled at him before shoving him away, letting him topple to the ground.
Letting forth a roar, Beranhond slammed his sword back into the body sending a spurt of blood onto the ground.
The room grew much stiller, colder, and quieter. The formerly enraged Beranhond sank to his knees and looked about him.
"What have I done..."
"You have done something both admirable, and regrettable. It is unfortunate that a great evil had to be undone by a similar evil, and it is more sad that it had to be done at all. As for you, well, we both know you have a temper and have been working on it. Promise me you will work harder."
"Of course Narath... of course."
"Return to your friends and seek solace in them - you have become too much of a hermit."
Beranhond looked upwards. "I miss you."
"I miss you too, know that I am always thinking of you."
He nodded, smiling, and feeling much more relaxed than he had for days.

A few minutes later a much more calm Beranhond came down with a sack of money he had found hidden in the room. He handed it and a note to the victims and told them to go to the priests of Lathander. He then turned away from the poverty stricken ship and headed towards the port. On the way back to the ship he swung on by and picked up several small bottles from a vendor as well as another few items. The vendor was polite enough to ignore the smell of battle, and the blood on his tunic, and Beranhond was polite enough to pay him well.

When he returned to the ship he smiled broadly at everyone and quickly told the story and ended by saying
"Well, it turns out that he was a Thayish slave trader about to return there, I felt that it was a situation that needed to be dealt with."

After a few more questions he stepped below, cleaned up, and then snuck upstairs and left a bottle of liquor on the table in Darvin's quarters. Feigning interest in the sails and rigging he climbed up to the crow's nest:

climb:
Roll(1d20)+0:
16,+0
Total:16

Once he arrived he set another small bottle of liquor out near Talathel's items. Gritting his teeth and ignoring the numerous ways to fall he climbed back down and went below, cracked Gurkirat's door slightly, and left another small bottle of liquor. On each bottle he had written in careful letters "To our next adventure and to Kilink!"

When he reached Nym's door he took out an set of oak handled brushes for Nisme and set it by her door. Nym's present had been the most difficult to chose, but he hoped that she would like it.