Date: 38th of Ymiden, 716
Location: Athart North Gate
The wagon trundled up to the gate, sullen prisoners crammed inside.
Finally, I'm back.
The last thirty trials had been especially annoying. Tygar had been increasingly worse as the trip wore on. He had been annoyed at the slow pace, and numerous delays had pushed him beyond his limits. The pathetic 'leader' had taken out his frustrations with various petty insults and goading, but Vyren wasn't playing his games. This, of course, made Tygar even more annoyed.
Vyren nudged his horse forward, happy to be back on a horse. His relationship with the poko hadn't fared much better than the one with Tygar, and both him and the beast were happy to be free of each other upon leaving the Hotlands. As the Vyren trotted past the cage, he locked eyes with the one-winged Avriel in shackles.
The pair had simply walked into camp, Vyren claiming he had found a runaway slave. He continued that he knew the original owner, and would be responsible for returning the Avriel, unharmed, as a gesture of good faith. He hinted that the owner would look favourably on the Raiders, but the subtly was lost on Tygar.
His rat nose twitching, Tygar had fumed and argued, but there was nothing he could do. Vyren had 'caught' Frid by himself, and that was all there was to it. If he was later to find out that Vyren had sold the slave, that would be a different story, but of course Vyren had no intention of doing that.
They pulled to a stop, and Vyren tried to reign in his horse. The beast, however, took it as a sign to sprint, and tore off. By some miracle, he managed to keep his seat, though his mad rush took him past a wagon, and nearly ran over a line of slaves. A chorus of shouts followed him, and he hunched over, waving apologetically. He trotted back to the group, and waited for their turn, ignoring Tygar's gloating smile.
He'll get his soon enough.
Location: Athart North Gate
The wagon trundled up to the gate, sullen prisoners crammed inside.
Finally, I'm back.
The last thirty trials had been especially annoying. Tygar had been increasingly worse as the trip wore on. He had been annoyed at the slow pace, and numerous delays had pushed him beyond his limits. The pathetic 'leader' had taken out his frustrations with various petty insults and goading, but Vyren wasn't playing his games. This, of course, made Tygar even more annoyed.
Vyren nudged his horse forward, happy to be back on a horse. His relationship with the poko hadn't fared much better than the one with Tygar, and both him and the beast were happy to be free of each other upon leaving the Hotlands. As the Vyren trotted past the cage, he locked eyes with the one-winged Avriel in shackles.
The pair had simply walked into camp, Vyren claiming he had found a runaway slave. He continued that he knew the original owner, and would be responsible for returning the Avriel, unharmed, as a gesture of good faith. He hinted that the owner would look favourably on the Raiders, but the subtly was lost on Tygar.
His rat nose twitching, Tygar had fumed and argued, but there was nothing he could do. Vyren had 'caught' Frid by himself, and that was all there was to it. If he was later to find out that Vyren had sold the slave, that would be a different story, but of course Vyren had no intention of doing that.
They pulled to a stop, and Vyren tried to reign in his horse. The beast, however, took it as a sign to sprint, and tore off. By some miracle, he managed to keep his seat, though his mad rush took him past a wagon, and nearly ran over a line of slaves. A chorus of shouts followed him, and he hunched over, waving apologetically. He trotted back to the group, and waited for their turn, ignoring Tygar's gloating smile.
He'll get his soon enough.