Aimless Roaming, Shameful Deaths

Somewhere far away, Setkh and Karrun were walking slowly with a sombre air about them. It was a dry air lacking their usual vibrant personalities to brighter it up, making the sparsely vegetated lands they trudged in seem like desert lands.

Each step the two took was hard and heavy, scraping against the ground as a blatant depiction of the sour mood both of them were in.

Who knew feet could speak much just from their interaction with the ground?

The two didn't have much of an aim or a place to go and just now, they had performed the lambada with death way too intimately, something Karrun was more aware of than Silrat who had been focused on Stylla.

Seddrik had been about to kill them.

If that caped figure hadn't intervened...

Karrun could only sigh.

That moment had been both a fulfilling and terrifying moment for him, but not for Setkh. This man had other concerns.