“Two days!” Bill was at it again it seems. “For two stinking days we have been standing here!” Captain Harrow looked over towards the crier of bad news. Most of the boys stood around him, listening to Bill’s well thought over arguments. “The green cloaks have only harassed us till now! Yet we will not e breathing for much longer if we stay ‘ere! My life isn’t worth 50 stinking coins and neither are the lives of you all!” About half of the listeners were cheering when Bill finished. The other half were already walking over to the barricade to try and bring it down. What a useless lot they were yet what an even more rubbish task this was. Captain Harrow didn’t even tried to stop the effort to break down the barricade. Two days and no sight of these vagabonds. Only rangers who shoot arrows in our backs. We will face the consequences when they come. We are going back to Barad Tharsir.
Cut, cut, cut. Must keep cutting. Blood must flow blood must flow! “Gulgu, he is dead. Come.” The frustrated Blogkun-Hai dropped the ranger to the ground after taking his knife out of the wound. This was the fifth? No, no….Sixth! Sixth kill on the skirmish. Three rangers, two deer and one of those nasty brigand men. Six were not enough! Golgu finally caught up with the others that were inside the ruin. They halted near a statue in the middle, statue of some Tark. The commander stood there with a knife in his hands and one of those squeamish rangers kneeling in front of him. Commander talked so we were silent: ”For the last time, meat bag! Where is the sceptre?” The man didn’t answer. That wasn’t smart, not smart of that fool. The commander moved the dagger. Close to the neck, closer to the blood! “Where is it? Tell me or you bleed on these stones!” The green cloak did not answer with words. He started to sob! Cry like a child even! His sobbing was the only sound that could be heard. The commander was done with him. One quick cut and he was done! Fell right on the ground near two others. Golgu didn’t even saw them there. Small and frail. Dead and blooded. The commander sheathed his knife again and spoke: ”Sixth tomb and eight Tarks that did not talked! Aren’t you my elite?” The other Blogkun-Hai simply lowered their gaze. No shiny rod meant no reward. No reward meant dead! The commander was just about to continue before a voice could be heard from near the entrance: “Master! A raven…a raven with a message!” All that stood in that main room looked at each other. How knew that they were there?
The walls of Barad Tharsir stood in a good light that morning, with no cloud in the sky. The sun shone merely on the sandy beach and the white walls caked in mud and grim even looked more splendorous because of the good favoured light. It was basically just a perfect day weather-wise. It was the only good aspect of the day for Captain Harrow. The tomb-robber captain was kneeling on the floor. Before him stood one of his most important buyers of relics from the tombs. The elderly man looked down upon the captain before he started speaking: ”So? You have failed? Explain yourself.” Harrow stuttered his words slightly when he spoke to defend himself: ”The rangers broke through our blockade! The vagabonds that we were supposed to stop never showed up! We had to flee or die!” The Buyer simply gave a nod before he gave his remark: ”Very well. You will not get paid yet you will also receive no punishment. Make sure that you have the next shipment ready by next month.” The elderly man said no word after that. He simply waked away like he had never arrived. Captain Harrow dusted himself off and wiped away some sweat that was sticking to his forehead. He looked at two of his guards that stood nearby. “What was that all about? Why does h-” The last words of captain Harrow were silenced. An orc arrow was the only sign of injury that the other tomb-robbers found. The assailant wasn’t even heard let alone found.
Golgu could mark another kill to his name.
