[Nerindel]

Ghurdan

"I shall travel south" Sevora said Sharply. He nodded, choosing to ignore the fact that she had said I instead of we. He had come to expect such things from the self-assured priestess. He began to walk back to his position, but as he heard the younger priestess's whisper her disapproval, he stopped and looked back. As Drisi's voice rose, Ghurdan looked on in shock, not at the younger priestesses mocking tones but at the fact that Sevora had not instantly punished Dristi for her insolence.

Just then Dristi turned on him sharply. "YES?" she snarled, "May I help you?" her eyes burned with anger. "No..." he replied nonchalantly, but as he walked back to his position,making sure that he was well hid from the Priestesses view, an evil grin curled cruelly at his lips. An interesting journey indeed he thought.

He revelled in the various conflicts about him and the chaos they could inevitably bring. His dark thoughts once again turned to the two priestesses as he watched their silhouetted forms in the haze of the bright late afternoon sun, he wondered what Sevora had meant when she had told Dristi that she would deal with her later, What punishment would she exact on another of her order he thought stroking his scar thoughtfully.


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Zasfal

Zasfal still fumed at the back of the caravan. The two men either side of him watched him suspiciously from the corner of their eyes, the crew of the fire spray did not think highly of their first mate, infact they thought him no more than a stinking, treacherous, worm. "How can you be watching for danger if you are watching me!" he snapped angrily. The two men shot him a dangerous look then went back to their guard.

A searing hot wind picked up, Zasfal pulled his scarf across his face and shielded his eyes with his hands to protect them from the whipping sands, as he looked out he could just make out the form of Ghurdan approaching the cart and addressing the Priestess, the caravan halted momentarily. "We continue south!" he heard the priestess Sevora shout. then they were moving again.

Zasfal frowned as he strained to see what was going on ahead, he hated rear guard, they were always the last to know what was going on and the first to be killed if attacked from behind, that was exactly why Ghurdan had put him there, a fit punishment for the ambitious man.

As Zasfal gave up, he saw Sammael grinning at him, his grin burn at Zasfal like a hot flame, but he forced himself to return a pleasant grin and nod of his own. "Oh, how I would love to wipe that grin from his face" he thought turning again to face forwards. He then laughed at his own thoughts "and get myself killed most like" he reconsidered as he again gained some self-control of his emotions. No, I shall just take the mans unspoken insults, after all we will need all the warriors we have to defeat any resistors he thought. He remembered the force the old tribesman had exacted on him, and he was old the young would surely be stronger he surmised.