Sevora's patience was growing thin, as was the other's. She could practically feel the tension among them. They yearned so much to kill, while she grew sick of their ignorance and impudence. Even Dristi could not control herself. It was pathetic. Blood would flow when the time came, but not before. Couldn't they see? All had to be planned, and carefully, or their efforts would fail. And failure was not an option. Now she wondered just how careful of planning she had to do. If there truly were a split, as was rumored…perhaps this would all be quite simple. Or, perhaps their arrival would be just the thing to reunite the tribesmen, against the Army of the Eye.
Army? Sevora snorted so loud that a nearby crewman jumped to stand at attention. Sevora ignored him as she walked past, but it took quite a few minutes for the man to stop staring and get back to his position in the line of march. The tribeman is the worst, she thought. He is up to something... Soon Rahvin was striding next to her. "And what have you been up to, my dear?" she asked.
Rahvin chuckled dryly, and Sevora started. The man hadn't done that in years. She said so, and the man almost smiled at her. "Well," he began in a dry tone, "much has been occuring that is, in fact, quite amusing."
It was Sevora's turn to laugh. "The tribesman?"
She was answered with a smile.
"What else did he say, besides his comment concerning myself."
"He is sure that these people will not convert. He also seems to think that we will not be able to stand against their proud warriors."
Sevora threw back her head and laughed, startling a number of crewmen again. "We will just have to be cautious, won't we?"
The man laughed again; it seemed this was doing him some good. She had missed his sense of humor, so much like her own.
Dropping back, Sevora went to walk beside the cart, eyeing Sammael and Zasfal. Zasfal was managing to make a great amount of noise, while Sammael kept a little dignity, at least. They did look horrible, and they did not smell very nicely, but Sevora knew that this pain certainly wasn't enough to break them. It had better not be, she thought, smirking. Still, she did not wish to break them yet; she needed to use them before that. In a way, that old tribesman, Thorgom, was right. They were warriors; they were not going to be simple to kill. And she already knew that, for the most part, these tribesmen were not going to see where the true path to greatness and pleasure lie.
And there he was, talking to Sammael, who looked...too happy. The man smiled at Thorgom as he said something. Zasfal was quiet for a moment; he must be listening. Sammael and Thorgom were getting along all too nicely. And Zasfal...she was sure Zasfal was just a fool. To think she had actually thought Sammael was perhaps blessed by the Eye. Ghurdan was. Sevora shook her head, partially at the fact that she had been so plainly mistaken, and partially at the irony.
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