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kio_fyre · #86 (**permalink**) 06-16-2008

Arlix had gone off to stand with the largest group of his forces. Kahler had stood with him for a while, but then Arlix sent him off with a murmur of "watch our guest. I trust you more than any." The command didn't please Kahler in one bit, but he obeyed complacently and trudged off quickly towards the tent before the caravan could come into sight. Arlix however stood his position with the archers, only about eight of them in total, but eight archers were more than enough to cause chaos should the need arise.

His other people were standing off, waiting for any signal Arlix would make to drive them forward once the caravan arrived, and they certainly didn't have to wait long. Especially when that horn pierced the air. Arlix found himself tensing, ready to pounce like a strained cat. Truly, he was anxious to discover Isej's whereabouts, and could only hope that the boy had been wise enough to take care of himself. He couldn't worry solely about Isej right now anyways. He had a people to worry about. One was little compared to a whole. Intaking a breath, he kept his eyes sharp on the caravan, signaling the bowmen to stay ready.

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Kahler stepped into the tent, looking to Alarin as he did with a polite nod before moving to take a seat with a sigh. Not long after he had entered, the horn was blown, causing his spine to stiffen in anxiety. He apparently liked the sidelines less than dear Alarin.

With his thoughts directed at her, he glanced her way and put a scarred, garish finger over his lips, as though she didn't already know to be silent and looked impassively to the doorway of the tent. He was taut as well as anxious, and it showed in his posture. At least there was some weaponry in the tent, just in case.

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Isej knew panic when the caravan's own scouts stumbled upon him, but there was little he could do in the matter, injured as he was. It was definitely not life threatening, but for him to try and run now, or offer resistance was completely out of the question. The pain was just too much at that moment. He made not a sound however when they moved him, despite every little jostle, he kept his lips shut firmly. However, around the pain, they were fast growing white, as was his face with every jostle.

They brought him into one of the boxes then, and he tried his hardest not to show his confusion, especially when they began tending to him, but this had to be some kind of trick. How he wished he could warn his people... his father... but the thoughts went nowhere. Nowhere at all.

Suddenly another person was there. This one he recognized. He was a leader of sorts, though definitely didn't hold the charisma or leadership his father had. Isej's gaze blazed with a cold defiance as questions were snapped at him, and even if he wanted to reply, he didn't have the time to for the leader was on the move quickly. Still, he grit his teeth in pain and annoyance. The healer was doing their job, but it still hurt with the movement and the wrapping.

It wasn't long after the sounding of the horn that two of the men who had found him lying prone came to collect him. His eyes widened, though he tried to hide the panic caused by his twisting gut while they hauled him to his feet. He could barely support himself as it was at the moment. He was taken then to the front of the caravan to stand near Shandon. His eyes blazed with a defiance as he sorely found his own feet beneath him. Still his lips were pressed into a thin line, and he breathed through his nose deep and heavily, though it sounded a slight bit crippled from the pain.

He glared at Shandon with an unbridled fury. This man had no right to intrude upon their land. The land he looked to afterwards with a bit of... confusion, then triumph. The girl he had sent ahead managed to suitably warn his people at least. It didn't matter what happened to him now. His gaze returned to Shandon, but this time it blazed with a sense of triumph over the pain, and almost a bit of challenge, as though daring the leader to take his troupes through this one.

He had not a clue as to what his father had in store for the caravan though...