[center][h3]Zarif[/h3][/center]
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[indent][indent] The merchant sighed, still a bit sour about his earlier miscalculation. Even so, best to press on. They had to reach that brute Lyun before... [i]Already? But I'm up upon Salador... nobody moves faster upon the sands than me. How...[/i] The quartermaster gritted his teeth. Somehow, those [i]Foot Soldiers[/i] had reached the gate and met up with their ally before him. Zarif steamed, he'd even thought f the perfect joke for when he gallantly rescued his ally.

Seeing as things were mostly handled up there, Zarif turned his head and scanned their flank. Surely not [i]everyone [/i]had been as... quick footed as that lout Siris. Quickly, his sharp eyes settled on the priest, still near they had all formed up. And... and.. that BASTARD who'd just STOOD THERE before had finally gotten off his sand eating ass, and was running at his ally, bradishing a brutal looking axe. 

[b]Zarif:[/b] Should have been stayed of asleep, oh slow one!

Salador galloped across the sand, and Zarif let loose two arrows as he closed in, taking him twice in the chest, and easily ducking the blade thrown angrily in reply 

[center][sub][i]Zarif moves 5 tiles to 14-33, and attacks the Kassite Rebel #???? with his shortbow twice, dealing 16 damage, and avoiding the counter attack, earning and earning 14 XP, then moves to 14-28 [/i][/sub][/center][/indent][/indent]

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