They are some sick little monkeys in this town

As soon as the History Teachers had finished their epic poem Benjamin climbed up to stand on Tragonothor's shoulders and took a deep breath. "This needs to stop right now!" a surprising loud and forceful bellow came from the small halfling. All eyes turned to stare at him. "Do you really want to amuse yourselves by watching people die? Is this the kind of people you really are? One of your neighbor's is so desperate from illness and despair he is going to be beheaded just to entertain you and you have a party for this?" Benjamin's voice shook with emotion as he pleaded with the crowd. "Are you going to become a town of monsters who distract themselves from the very real problems you have by inflicting cruelty on other beings? Your two supposed pirates what did you actually prove? Is it not true that all you did was say guilty in one building and cage them in another? The church is an empty shell with no meaning since the gods left and now you are going to make a courthouse the same kind of empty and meaningless shell with this travesty." "That will be enough you little foreign bastard!" Pomcus the town official screamed at Benjamin his face red and distorted with anger. "Who are you to judge us? You are just a snot nosed half-man who issues threats relying on his traveling companions to intimidate others into silence." Drawing a deep breath and swelling up Pomcus continued his rant "Yes he volunteered to provide for his family and also to end his own suffering and out of mercy we agreed not wanting to watch him die, who is more compassionate now punk? And the pirates are just that how else would they have come to posses Deagle's fishing boat? They can't say and tell some wild tale of being escaping prisoners of pirates themselves. Possession is 9/10th of the law and they are in possession of a missing man's boat so the law says they die unless you can get Deagle to tell what happened. What are you going to do summon Death and ask?" The smug officious man sneered seeing how frightened the halfling was. "Excuse me Mr Death can you please ask Mr Deagle if the two men accused of his murder really did kill him?" Benjamin stammered out in a hushed frightened whisper. Pomcus noticed everyone looking terrified at something behind him. Whirling around he was confronted by a figure dressed in a long hooded robe a skeletal hand clutching a long heavy staff with two cold green points of light deep in the cowl of the hood. "The Deagle you ask about is not in my realm so no these two did not kill him" the voice chilled everyone to their bones as they could hear the shrieks of the damned in it. Pomcus was never the brightest fellow and he challenged the figure "So you can't prove they aren't guilty can you? As a matter of fact how do we know you are actually Death and not some Lich or wraith with delusions of grandeur?" Death banged the staff on the ground and with a steely rasp a 4 foot long blade sprang from the end with casual ease the figure swung the scythe beheading the official.  The other bony hand caught the head as it fell all the blood sprayed through the air to be absorbed by the dark figure and then the body withered to dust before it could even fall to the ground. "That is how you know" the same cold voice said.

A moment of stunned silence passed before the crowd responded to what they had witnessed. "Death! Death! Death!" the crowd chanted while doing the wave and applauding wildly. The undertaker approached Death and thanked him for the most awesome thing the people had seen in a long time. Benjamin was slewing his head back and forth wildly looking for at least one normal reaction. His gaze met Sim's "That was EPIC! Best ever the next three beheadings are going to be kind of a let down" the boy shouted. Glancing around Benjamin could see no one was making the slightest effort to free the three men whose plight had started this whole scene. With an audible swallow Benjamin slid down Tragonothor's back and approached the angel of death. For his part Death was basking in the crowd's adulation with both arms raised and occasionally blowing kisses to the crowd before noticing the halfling. "Yes?" he asked in the voice made from despair. Benjamin was trembling uncontrollably and had difficulty in speaking. "Mr Death I travel with some very violent people and if you could spare the two pirates I am sure the addition of them to our group will raise the body count to something that would impress even you." Benjamin was close enough to see Death's head was a bare skull with two corpse candles burning in the eye sockets and he wondered if he was going to go insane or die as the figure regarded him for several moments. Death shifted it's attention to Tragonothor "what do you seek that would cause you to confront any obstacle without backing down?". "My one true love" the barbarian answered with simple sincerity. "Not even I can thwart true love only delay it" the cold whisper reached every ear, "release the two pirates". "What about the third man? Do you really need him right now?" Benjamin had no idea where the bravery to ask came from. Again the specter of death rested it's otherworldly gaze on him "You have courage my fame will spread further when I take thee from this world." The skeletal hand made a beckoning gesture toward Grisby and an evil red haze rose from his body, solidified into a large red bat and flew away. Death nodded to the undertaker exchanged salutes with the headsman and exploded into a cloud of scarabs that dispersed into the night.

Benjamin swayed and would have collapsed if Tragonothor hadn't scooped him up and cradled him in his arms. Normally this would have annoyed Benjamin but in the aftermath of speaking with death he was in need of feeling completely safe and for all Tragonothor's faults he did excel in protecting people. Pixie was leading the two pirates over two them. "What luck Igor is a mage and his friend Capt'n Bob is well a Capt'n." Capt'n Bob's greeting turned into a yelp of surprise as Seceese came up behind him and did some inappropriate touching "I suppose it wouldn't hurt to keep traveling with you a while longer" she purred.  The group made their way through the crowd with difficulty as Benjamin was repeatedly stopped and thanked for the best show ever to come to Glimmerdale. Finally breaking free the group gathered around a picnic table under the gazebo near the church to decide what to do next.