Kutur pried open the trinket. Inside, there was a very well painted picture, small enough to fit inside the small, coin-sized trinket. It depicts 4 kobolds with very dark hues.
"What? Who do you think those are? And who could have made such a tiny picture so well?" Arjun inquired. Kobolds rarely painted anything more complex than a cave painting.
"Rughoi? It wouldn't surprise me. He appointed many families as nobles. Of course, he was part dragon, so I don't think we'll see a conqueror like him coming from us kobolds anytime soon" Arjun replied. "It could be that there was a Lakona family. I don't know."
"We should probably get going now. I hope to reach the long mountains by sunrise. We can take it with us." said Kutur, glancing outside. Fortunately, it was still dark. So he set down the trinket, and grabbed a lump of coal. Then, he walked to the outside of the cave and drew an arrow pointing towards the long mountains, as well as the words THAT WAY.
"Well, about that merchant trail . . . you know what? I'll just tell you. It's not a merchant trail per se, it's closer to a thieves trail. Criminals tend to use it to get places, but it's the fastest way to Tang-Tse. The shamans asked me last night to run an errand for them, and I get a few useful scrolls in exchange. I guess if you like, you could probably bring back some silks and spices or something."
"So, you guys coming or what?" Kutur asked as he slung his ready pack over his shoulder. "We have to get to Tang-Tse by the Day of Duo-Luna, and I'm not going alone."
The wind howled through the mountain pass. Upon the deep snow and slippery ice (that occasionally gives way to ravines), Kutur struggles to put one foot in front of the other. The sun shone high over the mountain, yet it's warmth doesn't penetrate the absolute cold that is this mountain range.
"No, not exactly human," Kutur shouted back, trying to best the whistling gusts. But alas, his voice is too soft and too high pitched. No doubt all Arjun heard was a muffled noise. Then, as Kutur stepped forwards onto another glacier, he heard a resounding CRACK. Then he stopped and surveyed the ice beneath him. It didn't look too strong.
It was now early evening. The sun was about to bid farewell to this side of the globe, and a tent was pitched in the snow, flapping in the wind. Kutur sat outside, mentally slapping himself for not remembering to bring grass for tea. He tried to heat water and try to imagine it, but it just wasn't the same. He would have sat inside, but honestly, it wasn't that much warmer in the tent.
Arjun helped to set up the tent. After it was done, he distributed the food to the others.
"Heh. We made some good distance today" Arjun told them, sitting down. He took his right foot in his hands, rubbing the sole and toes. "It's rough on the feet, though."
Kutur was irritated, twitchy, and tired. No . . . tea . . . kept repeating itself in his mind. He bit into the food that Arjun handed him, yet tasted nothing but disappointment. "No . . . tea . . ." he managed to rasp out.
"Yeah, I'm ok. This happens whenever I don't get my evening tea. It'll pass by tomorrow, I'm sure," groaned Kutur. Truth be told, he had no idea whether or not it would actually pass.