~One Month Later~
The bandits stood in their camp, alert to the countryside around them. The cliffs and stretches of open sand made it hard to catch them off guard. Small campfires lit the area and showed in good light the camp itself, including the chief's tent. Open on three sides, the camp was pushed to the face of a tall cliff. Drybone had been getting a lot of trouble from these bandits, that was why the Flames detachment had called for more recruits. The pair sent had apparently come highly recommended. Both Flame Privates First Class Highwind and Mynhier had scored the highest scores on record in their two weeks at the training camp. The two had even been blooded a week earlier. Clearing a few bandits from a caravan. Though they were to late to save the people traveling in the caravan, killing the bandits had earned them promotions, not a usual thing.
Erik and Cien stood over the camp, the Drybone's commander's words being, "Good enough to send alone, but new enough to be expendable." Cien had thought it hilarious, Erik didn't see the humor in it. The drop was easily twenty fulms. Cien gripped his spear and gave a wicked smile, his training as a lancer had taught him to leap and fall from heights, and Erik was as much a hyur mountain-alagoat as a hyur could be. Cien loved to leap down on the unsuspecting. Erik stepped to the edge, looking over to take note of the ledges, mapping out his fall. Turning to his partner, he nodded his readiness. With a wink the two leaped into the camp, ten minutes later, they were the only ones standing. As Cien danced about the camp, Erik had found a seat in the chief's tent. He thought to himself, "Is this what I really want?"
The bandits stood in their camp, alert to the countryside around them. The cliffs and stretches of open sand made it hard to catch them off guard. Small campfires lit the area and showed in good light the camp itself, including the chief's tent. Open on three sides, the camp was pushed to the face of a tall cliff. Drybone had been getting a lot of trouble from these bandits, that was why the Flames detachment had called for more recruits. The pair sent had apparently come highly recommended. Both Flame Privates First Class Highwind and Mynhier had scored the highest scores on record in their two weeks at the training camp. The two had even been blooded a week earlier. Clearing a few bandits from a caravan. Though they were to late to save the people traveling in the caravan, killing the bandits had earned them promotions, not a usual thing.
Erik and Cien stood over the camp, the Drybone's commander's words being, "Good enough to send alone, but new enough to be expendable." Cien had thought it hilarious, Erik didn't see the humor in it. The drop was easily twenty fulms. Cien gripped his spear and gave a wicked smile, his training as a lancer had taught him to leap and fall from heights, and Erik was as much a hyur mountain-alagoat as a hyur could be. Cien loved to leap down on the unsuspecting. Erik stepped to the edge, looking over to take note of the ledges, mapping out his fall. Turning to his partner, he nodded his readiness. With a wink the two leaped into the camp, ten minutes later, they were the only ones standing. As Cien danced about the camp, Erik had found a seat in the chief's tent. He thought to himself, "Is this what I really want?"
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