[b]Viper´s hold[/b]

On the parapets of an old, long since abandoned dwarven fortress stood a beautiful young woman of amber skin and deep black hair, her stance and gaze however were those of an field general twice her years. She cast that steely gaze on their decrepid walls, those should be fixed if they had the time, then she dismissed the thought. They were assassins of the great Viper clan, theirs was not the fate to build things. An young beast man, canine race, run up to her.

"[i]Executor Jizan! I bring news![/i]"
Her gaze like cold desert wind was enough to compel young messenger to go on with it.
"[i]The convoy of sultanate has left Al Zidoa and are on their way to Silvercliff. Also we have reports of increased monster activity within the mountain![/i]"

For a while Jizan considered beheading the messenger for bringing self evident news to her, she decided against it for now. She dismissed the messenger and rubbed an scar on her left arm. Parting gift by Hastuk the unseen, that outcast would feel her wrath one day, she had an strange feeling that day was growing ever closer. That heretic dared to claim he knew the teachings of Sand better than high priests themselves, even that he could actually converse with their great god of life and death. If that fool dared to stand in Vipers way he would pay the ultimate price, for Jizan would not fail killing an mark twice...