[center][h3]Zarif[/h3][/center]
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[indent][indent] Salador galloped, then trotted to a halt as Zarif completed his strafing run, seeing the dolt of a brigand he'd feathered taken in the throat by Ashür's strange curved blade. The rider rolled his eyes, a little disappointed his two arrows hadn't been enough. But, well, maybe that wasn't it. He clicked his tongue in thought 

Finally seeing that infuriatingly slow fighter put in his place should have been more satisfying, but Zarif felt... Well, he felt on edge. Like he had been so, so close to [i]something[/i], but had just missed out. [i]Am I really do thirsty for blood? No, it's not that, I think.[/i] The foreigner pondered as he half-watched his allies storm the gates, the rude Siris leading the charge. Distantly, he heard a familiar voice to his side.

[b]Zarif:[/b] [i]Ah, Vice Captain. Yes, let us not allowing them to thief all of the glory. Come![/i]

He extended his hand down to the swordsman, and hefted him up on the camel's back, and with a soft kick to the side, they galloped over the sands, and through the gateway

[center][sub][i]Zarif rescues Ashür, and moves 9 tiles Northeast to 17-22 [/i][/sub][/center][/indent][/indent]

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