[center][img]https://imgur.com/lYkurse.png[/img][/center] [indent][indent][i][b]Zarif:[/b][/i] The foreigner squinted at the ruins, eyes fixed on the strange blue-men hobbling around the flames. He could hear the others talking among themselves, and only half listened, he and his mount inching around the trees, his hands wrapped tightly around his bow. Their manner of walking, the foul stench, the bodies, the fell creatures of this land were deeply unsettling to Zarif. 

Back home, a wyvern may be fierce beast indeed, but a beast is all it was. These cursed [i]things...[/i] Zarif shuttered, turning back to the others. Ashür and that mystic were talking, probably each trying to pretend to be in charge. Of course, it was quite obvious to Zarif that he himself was the one trusted by the captain to take charge, but with those men who stood so close to the ground... the merchant wouldn't hurt their fragile pride. 

He nodded and gave them both a smile that implied hearing far more than he really had.  [i]"Salador and I will press onwards to those trees up ahead"[/i] He explained, pointing to the small wood not far from the one they were in now. [i]"From there, I'll take out the archer, and circle back to you all."[/i] Zarif smiled, twirling his shortbow around as Salidor slowly trotted around the small group 
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