369: The Road to Vel Anir, Late Night--
Jason glanced back at the carts for the millionth time that night. His company had been on the road for five days and had fended off three bandit attacks already. They left with fifteen official guards of The Annunaki Pantheon and five mercenaries, but there were now only eight guards and two mercenaries left, including Jason. And just his luck, the only other mercenary to survive was the lazy one, who was currently lounging in the transport wagon with the priests. He claimed that they "needed a personal guard," but Jason knew what the real reason was.
Sargent's hooves clopped under him and he patted his friend's flank. "We're almost there, just a few more hours, old friend."
The cool breeze against his bare chest relaxed him. Hopefully the attacks were over. Who knows how many more the party could withstand? The Pantheon would never hire him again if he lost the artifact he was protecting, whatever it was.
Maridis Va Dori
Jason glanced back at the carts for the millionth time that night. His company had been on the road for five days and had fended off three bandit attacks already. They left with fifteen official guards of The Annunaki Pantheon and five mercenaries, but there were now only eight guards and two mercenaries left, including Jason. And just his luck, the only other mercenary to survive was the lazy one, who was currently lounging in the transport wagon with the priests. He claimed that they "needed a personal guard," but Jason knew what the real reason was.
Sargent's hooves clopped under him and he patted his friend's flank. "We're almost there, just a few more hours, old friend."
The cool breeze against his bare chest relaxed him. Hopefully the attacks were over. Who knows how many more the party could withstand? The Pantheon would never hire him again if he lost the artifact he was protecting, whatever it was.
Maridis Va Dori