Elliander has used the time to don his found equipment again while guarding the prisoner. ‘Biter’ mentally smiles smugly as the duskblade fastens the sword belt around him. The magical sword had looked like a rusty old longsword lying there in the corner, but now it shines again hanging from his side. He can feel its link telling him “Told you so!” , like as if the sword had taught him a lesson. The usually fair-skinned young man scratches at his sunburnt arms, now red from all the sun and sand. All this sand! He was really far from him and the forest he had grown up in. This land was so different and though he had a knack to pick up new things fast, it was still bewildering. He was more aware than ever that it was his sword who really had been the driving force to travel to this part and to be honest he wasn’t totally sure what he was looking for. Too eager and maybe a bit naïve, he had been an easy target to knock unconscious from behind once they were out here. He had come with the promise of seeing a temple with ancient scripts that could have given him some clues, but it had all been trickery.
When the others return, he greets them:
“I did not thank you properly. My name is Elliander Celandi and I’m grateful you helped me from these thugs. I don’t know much, but I believe you killed that leader Ekram-something? He was the leader of the Silver Gang if I got that right? Are they grave robbers? And what is this about dead rising? The guy I was guarding didn’t give my much sense, before you let him go.”
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