[h2][b]Eri ‘Moram - Dxun[/b][/h2]

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The Sangheili did not particularly acknowledge Jerius’ gratitude, though he also did not seem to be bothered by it. In any case, Eri directed them all to get moving quickly as soon as the Tarentatek’s head was separated from its body. Although it was not too heavy, by their standards, on its own, the head’s general bulk meant that it was most convenient for two of them to carry it by its horns. Jarraj’s leg had stopped bleeding, but he still could not walk at any reasonable speed on his own, so Sel ended up carrying him as well. 

Eri remembered the way back to the camp, so the only stop they made was to pick up the crate of extra supplies they had brought with them outside the tomb. Otherwise, they made their way straight back to the Mandalorians. Zlas kept an eye on Jerius, but their trophy was slowing them down enough that Jerius would not need to strain too much to keep up. 

When they arrived at Clan Ordo’s camp, Eri was at the lead of the group, just ahead of the pair of Sangheili prominently carrying their trophy for all to see. Eri did not bother searching for the chief, as she was sure that word of their return would quickly find its way to where it needed to be. Now, it was time to see if this Mandalorian chief was good to her word.