When Jerika returned to the cave, Handorth was talking to Findorak, Kane was talking to Vlad, and Skaibad was yelling at the prisoner. Jeshak was digging through one of his packs for something. Outside, the sky had darkened and clouds had blocked out any sun. Hopefully it will storm soon... Jerika thought to herself.
Jerika lifted her hand and took a glance at the tattoo on the back of her hand. All the men of her clan that she had traveled with had one on the palm of their hand. It was supposed to remind them of where they came from, what they were fighting for. But what they were fighting for Jerika did not know, other than that it was for the Dark Lord. Naught else had been told to her. She had left home, only to end up in a cave with orcs, an elf, and power-hungry men.
Jerika put her hand down and continued walking to join Handorth and Findorak.
"The prisoner is delusional and will be interrogated. Will you stay for that, or will you follow the patrol? We must depart swiftly," was the last thing Jerika heard Handorth say.
"What ever happened to us keeping the control?" Jerika asked, pointing to Skaibad and the prisoner. "He can't be worth that much. You all should've let me kill him earlier."
Jerika smiled at the two Easterling men and then looked at the prisoner. If the word was given that he was of no more use, Jerika hoped she'd get to be the one to kill him..
[ March 22, 2003: Message edited by: Aylwen Dreamsong ]
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...Come down now, they'll say. But everything looks perfect from far away - Come down now! But we'll stay.
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