Ghoul boy bird
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Night had settled over the Allir Reach, the sky crisp and clear, spattered with stars. The breeze was light and comfortable. Bugs chirped and hummed in their natural symphony.
But Zastava was not traveling to enjoy nature, he had a job to do. His armor creaked with each step he took, his burlap bag slung over his shoulder. He moved with malicious purpose, his green eyes focused on the horizon and the dirt road he was traveling.
It would have led through a patch of forest, the light of the stars and moon being blocked by the canopy of the woods.
Zastava would have knelt and drug his steel encased fingers through the dirt, through the boot prints of the person he had been tracking.
He was on the trail of one of Allira's most skilled Rangers, as per the wishes of his mysterious benefactor 'The Caller' who had sent his cronies to his camp some time ago. Zastava knew he had to be careful with her, having picked up on some of her exploits from local taverns and places of the sorts. But still, he remained confident in the strength of his steel shell. He'd get to his feet and continue to walk the trail, knowing he couldn't have been far from her. He was eager for the pay off once he had crushed her skull. The Iron Bull was never fond of the Rangers to begin with, and now this job gave him an excuse to kill them indiscriminately.
But Zastava was not traveling to enjoy nature, he had a job to do. His armor creaked with each step he took, his burlap bag slung over his shoulder. He moved with malicious purpose, his green eyes focused on the horizon and the dirt road he was traveling.
It would have led through a patch of forest, the light of the stars and moon being blocked by the canopy of the woods.
Zastava would have knelt and drug his steel encased fingers through the dirt, through the boot prints of the person he had been tracking.
He was on the trail of one of Allira's most skilled Rangers, as per the wishes of his mysterious benefactor 'The Caller' who had sent his cronies to his camp some time ago. Zastava knew he had to be careful with her, having picked up on some of her exploits from local taverns and places of the sorts. But still, he remained confident in the strength of his steel shell. He'd get to his feet and continue to walk the trail, knowing he couldn't have been far from her. He was eager for the pay off once he had crushed her skull. The Iron Bull was never fond of the Rangers to begin with, and now this job gave him an excuse to kill them indiscriminately.