The Amal'jaa hunter had been correct when he'd told Thal the disguise would let him pass unnoticed. Still, it had been difficult to walk through the stronghold of Ifrit's children as though he belonged. The roars from the beastmen and their drakes as they went about their tasks left him jumpy, and as he skirted around the occasional clusters of tempered miqo'te and hyur, he prayed silently they wouldn't look his way, confident they would see right through the disguise and recognize him as not one of their own. At least he had managed to find a weapon early on and now hid the black metal barb beneath his stolen robe.
The kid better appreciate him after this. He didn't think about what he might do if it turned out Baoht Zuqqa Roh was lying in his promise.
When the drake he followed approached a pair of Amal'jaa who loomed in front of a massive gate. When the spear went through its neck, Thal froze, and when it screeched and thrashed, he skittered behind a close rock. There he listened to the growling voices and silently cursed. If he could barely take on one Amal'jaa, what hope did he have in succeeding to cross two? None. Ears laying flat, he shifted behind the rock and thought hard.
Perhaps he could simply walk past if he behaved as a tempered going about his work? A grimace behind his mask tossed that idea. If it didn't work, he'd find himself skewered just like the drake, and though it wouldn't kill him, it would definitely blow his cover. Leaning his back against the stone, Thal inched towards one side and peered around and up along the cliffs that lined the gate. Perhaps he could sneak past another way...?
The kid better appreciate him after this. He didn't think about what he might do if it turned out Baoht Zuqqa Roh was lying in his promise.
When the drake he followed approached a pair of Amal'jaa who loomed in front of a massive gate. When the spear went through its neck, Thal froze, and when it screeched and thrashed, he skittered behind a close rock. There he listened to the growling voices and silently cursed. If he could barely take on one Amal'jaa, what hope did he have in succeeding to cross two? None. Ears laying flat, he shifted behind the rock and thought hard.
Perhaps he could simply walk past if he behaved as a tempered going about his work? A grimace behind his mask tossed that idea. If it didn't work, he'd find himself skewered just like the drake, and though it wouldn't kill him, it would definitely blow his cover. Leaning his back against the stone, Thal inched towards one side and peered around and up along the cliffs that lined the gate. Perhaps he could sneak past another way...?
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