Jax stood up and stretched. Slightly unnerved by the prayer and the prophecy (but more by the prophecy), he went ahead and got ready for the next day's travel. He looked around at the group. They didn't seem to care that he was a thief, did they? No. That was good, as he was pretty sure they had figured it out by now. Absentmindedly sharpening his kukri, he thought back to the past few days. Having fled from the nearby town with gang on his heels- he didn't know it was their turf- he had come to the small town as a stop on his journey to the next city. It was a bit away, still, and he was glad he had joined up with these travelers.
Unfortunately, though, the thought of the past few days brought his mind back to the burglary, and the guards- oh, the guards. The burglary had been going well, and he was in through the second-story window, when he tripped over the wire. It was hidden low to the ground, just inside the window. It seemed to have a spell on it- the alarm went off, and he heard the footsteps coming up the stairs. He had hidden behind the door, drawing his kukri as he shoved his bloodlust down and steeled himself for what was about to come.
The guards burst through the door, shining light from their lanterns onto the myriad chests in the room. Jax knew that they were going to spot him, it was just a matter of time. Reaching out with his kukri, he slashed the second guard's throat from behind, and cut loose. Leaping at the other guard, he let the guard's poorly-aimed slash glance off his armor as he slammed the blade up, through the underside of the guard's arm, sending it flying, still holding the sword, to the floor. His blood pouring from the stump, the guard sunk to the floor, his eyes wide and his face pale. Slashing him once, twice more, Jax caught the lantern and blew out the wick, and stepped back as the sight caught up to him. Shuddering at his own murderous intent, he stepped back against the wall. He heard more boots coming up the stairs. It was time to go.
He had escaped, but the target was on a gang's territory. He had been forced to leave the city at the threat of death by the gang. And now he was here, looking at an opportunity for a new life. The day looked brighter.