Ghourakan Blood.

A moment of silent anticipation spread through the camp. Their impending victory is obviously short-lived as they await their fate at the mercy of their captors.

Zack, bracing himself to defend his newly found companion, tries to shield Aaricia from the unexpected fire. The subdued Karazan maintains his bravery before his men as he whispers to Simo beside him, “Be a man, and stop wetting yourself.”

But on the face of Aaricia however, lay a smile as she walks towards the vanguard.

“I’m Aaricia, and these are my companions,” she said as she began discerning the identities of their captors. “My maternal marrow was birthed from these mountains, I’ll like you to take me to your elders!”

“You know them?” Zack whispered.

“Yes,” she responded, “They’re the Ghourakans, we have nothing to fear!”

“You mean your mother was born in these mountains?” Zack asked relieved.

“Get moving!” ordered the leader of the troops.