Traversing Fargo Village (Part 2)

Tacky actually didn't see him there. His reddening eyes were focused on the bastard right at his feet. However, he thought, that he might as well clear this one up so he could focus on torturing his target. 

"Hey, Rip!" Tacky said, looking a little bloodthirsty. He stepped on the person on the ground and walked towards him, waving around his sword, making the previously-arrogant man to pale. "I knew there was someone missing back there," he said, referring the their skirmish from before. 

There was actually something a bit different with this Tacky, and it was obvious something had changed since they last saw him. 

Rip gritted his teeth, shivering from anger and nervousness. "Traitors!" "What lies did they feed you, huh!?" 

Tacky almost laughed. "Lies?" he asked. "Even if they did, it wouldn't have mattered.