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[indent][indent] One by one, the mercenaries began their way towards the crumbling ziggurat, and the foul blue creatures within. Zarif stood still for a moment, thinking of how he should approach. Ideally, he wanted to ride ahead of them all, take down the bow-wielding Yeek, and circle back to the group. Trying to take positions while under fire like that was sure to spell disaster, but these cursed men were surprisingly nimble. The merchant doubted he would be able to take it out in one pass.

A few of his allies walked around Zarif, surrounding him as they made their way forward. Below him, Salador snorted loudly, which snapped the Merchant back to attention. He glanced around, spying the boy to his right, who seemed to have almost jumped out of his skin at the sound.
[b]Zarif:[/b] [i]It is not you. My friend here just doesn't like getting boxed in is all[/i]

The older man smiled, patting the back of the animal. The boy, Etor, was a new recruit, and young besides. With the captain away, the quartermaster should probably do his best to make him feel more comfortable. 
[b]Zarif:[/b] [i]He doesn't bite! Here, I'll show you![/i]

In one swift motion, Zarif reaches down and grabbes Etor by the straps of his breastplate, swinging him down in front of Salador's hump, chuckling under his breath.
[b]Zarif:[/b][i]See? There is nothing to worry about! Let us ride![/i]

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