"Interesting", a man spoke with a husky voice as he surveyed the scene below from a crouched posture, resting the weight of his upper body on his knee. His position gave a clear view of the caravan and its occupants below, though was far enough away to ensure that he would not be detected. The gentle evening breeze brushed through his short, greasy, black hair as he continued observing them in another moment's silence, his narrow eyes focusing and analyzing everything carefully.
"What is it, Tarquin?" a hooded highlander called out to the man from behind, eyeing him with curiosity as he rested the shaft of his great axe over his shoulder casually. He was accompanied by slightly shorter, red-headed highlander female. She took a couple of steps forward to stand alongside the highlander in silent interest as they both awaited an answer from their leader.
Tarquin continued observing the unsuspecting travelers below for a brief moment before smiling wryly to himself and offering a response to his larger comrade.
"Easy prey" he answered cockily as he took to his feet and retreated from the cliff face.
A look of curiosity crossed the highlander's face as he stepped towards the cliff edge to inspect Tarquin's discovery for himself. His eyes followed the curvature of the cliff face before falling upon the idle target residing in the valley below. He grunted in uncertainty as he studied the scene for a moment before turning to look back at the midlander.
"Its just a small caravan though, and the people there are armed. Is it even worth the effort?" the highlander enquired in his naturally rough tone, shifting his gaze to their female associate briefly as if trying to interpret her own impression. She was, however, silent and unreadable as always.
Tarquin met his ally's gaze, offering him a confident look.
"Worry not, Amadi. You can't see it from this angle but they are, with narry a doubt, carrying cargo"
He turned away from his comrades as he adjusted his gauntlets by firmly tightening their laces before rolling his shoulders around in their sockets lazily in attempt to loosen up his joints, tossing his head from one side to the other to stretch his neck muscles simultaneously.Â
"Anyroad, should the cargo 'not be worth the effort' in the end, there are still two females down there that we could sell off for some decent coin".
Reaching towards a longsword that had been thrusted firmly into the soft and brittle dirt, he withdrew it cleanly, placing it carefully back into its holster by his left hip. He glanced back over his shoulder to address the two highlanders, his expression turning more serious as he did so.
"We'll strike at nightfall" he declared decisively, allowing both highlanders to nod in understanding before he turned to face forward once again, vacating the area with his comrades following closely and obediently behind him.
"What is it, Tarquin?" a hooded highlander called out to the man from behind, eyeing him with curiosity as he rested the shaft of his great axe over his shoulder casually. He was accompanied by slightly shorter, red-headed highlander female. She took a couple of steps forward to stand alongside the highlander in silent interest as they both awaited an answer from their leader.
Tarquin continued observing the unsuspecting travelers below for a brief moment before smiling wryly to himself and offering a response to his larger comrade.
"Easy prey" he answered cockily as he took to his feet and retreated from the cliff face.
A look of curiosity crossed the highlander's face as he stepped towards the cliff edge to inspect Tarquin's discovery for himself. His eyes followed the curvature of the cliff face before falling upon the idle target residing in the valley below. He grunted in uncertainty as he studied the scene for a moment before turning to look back at the midlander.
"Its just a small caravan though, and the people there are armed. Is it even worth the effort?" the highlander enquired in his naturally rough tone, shifting his gaze to their female associate briefly as if trying to interpret her own impression. She was, however, silent and unreadable as always.
Tarquin met his ally's gaze, offering him a confident look.
"Worry not, Amadi. You can't see it from this angle but they are, with narry a doubt, carrying cargo"
He turned away from his comrades as he adjusted his gauntlets by firmly tightening their laces before rolling his shoulders around in their sockets lazily in attempt to loosen up his joints, tossing his head from one side to the other to stretch his neck muscles simultaneously.Â
"Anyroad, should the cargo 'not be worth the effort' in the end, there are still two females down there that we could sell off for some decent coin".
Reaching towards a longsword that had been thrusted firmly into the soft and brittle dirt, he withdrew it cleanly, placing it carefully back into its holster by his left hip. He glanced back over his shoulder to address the two highlanders, his expression turning more serious as he did so.
"We'll strike at nightfall" he declared decisively, allowing both highlanders to nod in understanding before he turned to face forward once again, vacating the area with his comrades following closely and obediently behind him.
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Characters: Andre Winter (Hy'ur) / K'nahli Yohko (Miqo'te)
