The journey towards Maraan was taking an obnoxiously long time. He was hired as a mercenary accompanying a trading caravan moving from one of the smaller Amol Kalit cities to Maraan. The chief merchant was a large and very needy woman that needed to stop to relieve her bladder every hour or so. Kaz was greatly regretting taking up the job, but the promise of coin was too great to ignore.
The sun was beating down on them as they crossed the barren lands leading towards the merchant city. There were boulders and canyons around them, but there was no green. Every now and then there was a brush of wind, but it always carried heat and seared the skin.
Kaz walked alongside the caravan, armed with his sword and multiple daggers on his person. The lower hemisphere of his face was concealed with a cloak that trailed behind him halfway down his back. His job was to keep an eye out for anyone attempting to rob the caravan and he mostly kept to himself.
They were stopped yet again as the merchant now wanted to stretch her legs and wander around. The part giant sighed and leaned against a cart, crossing his arms as he stared off in the distance.
Within moments, he heard a shrill cry and whipped around to look. One of the traders was lying dead nearby with an arrow protruding from his chest.
“Fuck,” Kaz grumbled, “Get on the other side of the wagons!” He shouted to the merchants that began to panic and scream.
The sun was beating down on them as they crossed the barren lands leading towards the merchant city. There were boulders and canyons around them, but there was no green. Every now and then there was a brush of wind, but it always carried heat and seared the skin.
Kaz walked alongside the caravan, armed with his sword and multiple daggers on his person. The lower hemisphere of his face was concealed with a cloak that trailed behind him halfway down his back. His job was to keep an eye out for anyone attempting to rob the caravan and he mostly kept to himself.
They were stopped yet again as the merchant now wanted to stretch her legs and wander around. The part giant sighed and leaned against a cart, crossing his arms as he stared off in the distance.
Within moments, he heard a shrill cry and whipped around to look. One of the traders was lying dead nearby with an arrow protruding from his chest.
“Fuck,” Kaz grumbled, “Get on the other side of the wagons!” He shouted to the merchants that began to panic and scream.