"So Thorgom are all the warriors of the tribes a like to you, or are you unique to your people?"
Thorgom sat on the back of the cart and raised an eyebrow. He looked at the younger man. He had obviously not been paying attention.
"They'd wish. I don't belong to those pathetic people. They argue over goats and tents and get mad if there neighbour has his home a few inches to their own. I left them a very, very long time ago. The warriors are proud people and I hope most of them will not convert. It will prove a nice adventure for us."
Zasfal stared at him, obviously confused. Thorgom did not care. Everywhere he went, he was pointed to the exit. People would stare at him or point at him, but never would they come up and talk to him. Except if they wanted him to do some dirty work. Thorgom was an exile of the world. This question had been the best thing he had in days, even tough he did not knew the intention behind it. But it was not mocking since the question seemed to satisfy Zasfal. The priestess' were stupid not to ask Thorgom about the camp.
Those cocky women think that they knew everything just because they are in favour with that eye of them. Thorgom thought. No pathetic dagger will take down one of the Haradrim. Only the bigger blade will have an effect. But they will find out their mistake once it is too late.
Thorgom looked to the side of Essenia and she looked back at him, just like all other people, with a mocking smile. Thorgom looked at her and started tapping his throwing axe against his shoe. She seemed to be annoyed by the fact that she was stuck with Zasfal and Sammael. It could have been worse; she could have been walking with that Ghurdan. And that would have been the biggest punishment of all. Thorgom jumped of the back of the cart and gave both Sammael and Zasfal a pat on the head.
"Don't loose it, the end of the day is near." He said while turning around and walking to the priestesses.
They had their hoods over their heads again, being their mysterious selves once more. Thorgom walked to Sevora and tapped her on the shoulder. The woman gave him a death glare and then looked back. Ignoring him. Oh how Thorgom wanted to smash her head to bits. He restrained himself and tapped her on the shoulder once more. Dristi squeezed her daggers to the fullest of the capacity, hoping that Sevora would give the order to kill Thorgom.
"What do you want now?" Sevora asked as if she was talking to a bug that kept flying on her shoulder.
"Well, seeing that we want to gather enough men for our cause, it would be wise to look as friends when we enter. And a band of armed men and two people bound behind a cart dying of hunger doesn't really look friendly now does it. I suggest that you think this over or consult someone that has a bit more experience with the people you are about to face. For that important priestess thing is not going to have as much effect against a village with armed forces."
Thorgom finished and did not give Sevora the chance for a sneering reply and was not in the mood to get laughed at either. So instead he immediately made a left turn and went back to the back of the cart were Essenia was now giving water to a dried out Zasfal. Thorgom shook his head over the fate of Zasfal.
"And she call's herself a priestess. All she has done is murder and hurt." Thorgom said loudly so that anyone who was interested in his words could hear it. He doubted anyone was.
[ July 25, 2003: Message edited by: Helkahothion ]
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