No Rest For The Wicked

"Can we at least have time to rest," I complained as I walked up to the chair and sat there slumping, "We just got away from an old foggy who didn't seem too keen on letting us leave. I've yet to take a break man…"

"No need to worry, the lands of the Red Sun are protected by his might, no one would dare take a step further. And the man that was hunting you… he was driven away, although he didn't seem too keen on the method," said the Herald.

"Anyway, what do you want?" I asked.

"Who might you be?" asked the Herald.

"Does that really matter? Who I am and where I come from?"

"In fact it matters not, but we of the Slaughter Sect want to have you join us, officially that is." Said the herald.

"I'll have to think about that," I replied.

"The offer stands, his lordship requested it," said the herald.

"You mean the Red Sun?" I asked.