Lord Ekatran stood still and silent. His eyes focused on a distant object which none of the others cared to look upon. They sat and stood around, though not as silent as he.
Final preparations for the hunt were being made. Each of the hunters had equipped themselves. Kherug with blade, bow and spear, Shivana with her daggers. Dorlas and Ranchard had equally equipped themselves with a variety of weapons. As his horse was brought to him Ekatran looked down to the sword at his side as he secured his bow on his back. Taking the reign from the slave he turned his attention to those who would be accompanying him. Dorlas, who was no newcomer to the tradition stood ready whilst Ranchard sat eagerly waiting for the hunt to begin.
It was Shivana who broke the silence, directing her question to the group in hope of an answer. "Which way are we to travel?" Rhunnaro turned. "North-east, they will head in that direction" Shivana repeated the given answer in a whisper "North-east"
"They wil not head that way" interupted Dorlas without raising his head or gaze. Shivana shot a glare. "The slaves have more intelligence than you would give them credit for. North-east would be the first choice but they will expect that would also be our path." continued Dorlas. Rhunnaro seemed angered at this comment, "And why do you suggest they would expect that of us, Dorlas?" he fired back.
"Because he has hunted before." Ekatran stood behind Rhunnaro and Ranchard having approached them without making a sound. They turned quickly. Ekatran looked to the sky and the high red sun. "Noon approaches" he stated as he mounted his steed. Turning and grinning to Dorlas, "Let the hunt begin. We head west."
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