Vhalar 50
Gangui had always been good. Even in his darkest hours when his mind and spirit was in disarray, he always seemed to come out of it with soul intact. Even during the most painful of situations -- the moments were he doubted everything he was doing -- he still held on strong to this very nature.
No physical torment had broken him. No psychological inoculation had rattled him long. No confusing false history had persuaded him permanently. It was all due to a decision to not have a breaking point. To be as strong as steel!
Nothing had pushed him as far as the Run. Vigilant and forthright he faced chaos and death. Crossing into an unknown-world had shook him. It took days to let the dust settle, but when he did he was ready to proceed into what he surmised would be the beginning of the most difficult thing he had ever done in his life: convince a foreign nation to give him the reigns of an army.
The first step on the long road to success was taking on work in this hospitable land.
Putting his honor on the line, Gangui signed a contract to do a terribly dangerous job. He needed to do a good job no matter what the cost. The task was simple enough; break into a bandit lair and retrieve a cask of ancient wine that was said to be fermented piss of an immortal or something. Those details didn’t matter to Gan. That wasn’t what made the mission dangerous. The problem was that two contractors had been hired: one to break in and load the wagon and the other to cover their backs.
It was a terrible idea to say the least, but apparently it made sense financially to the customer. Gangui couldn’t understand it, but in the end of his day it wasn’t his decision.
Early Morning
The sky was devoid of any light in it’s chaotic blackness. Apparently it was morning time though despite no sun or moon or stars to denote the time.
Armed and armored to the teeth, Turkey Company stood at the appointed meeting ground waiting for the other contractor to show up. Their goal was to coordinate the attack. There was a brazier illuminating the area, but no one would not be able to see the details of the flickering faces until they were standing mere feet from each other.
Standing at a makeshift table, the mustachio had the contracts laid out, as well as a map of the area. Gangui’s troop stood behind him. He sensed the presence of the other contractor approaching from the darkness.
“Hail, friend, ” He announced quietly, with a genuine smile on his face. He couldn’t tell who it was that was stepping into the torch light, but he wanted to start the relationship off on the right foot.