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A hunting trip.
Great.
Jerik was not one to go hunting, not recreationally anyways. He'd received a message that a familiar face of his, Willis Reede, would be visiting Amol Kalit on request of the old Shah, to kill a rare creature that lived in the dunes. It was rumoured to be some sort of sand serpent - a descendant of the Great Serpent or legend that once roamed the lands. He would have paid riches to the man to return him it's head.
However, the Shah was dead. Gerra ruled the dunes now.
Once he had received word of this, he asked Sparhawk to escort Willis through the sands, and see to it he do not overstep his mark. Gerra was wary of anyone who made deals with the old Shah, but knew that Jerik's past would provide him insight in how to best handle the situation.
He would do his best.
He'd brought a small party with him into the spot where they'd be meeting - a small village west of Ninagal. They carried his food, water, and whatever he required, but would quickly be sent off once they had reached their destination; he did not need them. The village was small, but even they knew not to cross them, Sparhawk's mask and the party's clothes indicating that much, making sure not to stand in their way, or make a fuss.
Fear.
He'd made it to a small tavern there; the agreed meeting place.
He sat at a table with the rest, and quietly waited for Willis to arrive.
Great.
Jerik was not one to go hunting, not recreationally anyways. He'd received a message that a familiar face of his, Willis Reede, would be visiting Amol Kalit on request of the old Shah, to kill a rare creature that lived in the dunes. It was rumoured to be some sort of sand serpent - a descendant of the Great Serpent or legend that once roamed the lands. He would have paid riches to the man to return him it's head.
However, the Shah was dead. Gerra ruled the dunes now.
Once he had received word of this, he asked Sparhawk to escort Willis through the sands, and see to it he do not overstep his mark. Gerra was wary of anyone who made deals with the old Shah, but knew that Jerik's past would provide him insight in how to best handle the situation.
He would do his best.
He'd brought a small party with him into the spot where they'd be meeting - a small village west of Ninagal. They carried his food, water, and whatever he required, but would quickly be sent off once they had reached their destination; he did not need them. The village was small, but even they knew not to cross them, Sparhawk's mask and the party's clothes indicating that much, making sure not to stand in their way, or make a fuss.
Fear.
He'd made it to a small tavern there; the agreed meeting place.
He sat at a table with the rest, and quietly waited for Willis to arrive.
