The Enemy of My Enemy... [Flashback](Erzotol)

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Not found on any map, Endrykas is a large migrating tent city wherein the horseclans of Cyphrus gather to trade and exchange information. [Lore]

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The Enemy of My Enemy... [Flashback](Erzotol)

Postby Mortemor Thane II on October 10th, 2011, 6:10 am

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“It’s a kind suggestion, Erzotol… but I’m afraid that won’t do in this case…” Sr. adopted a very serious atmosphere, as he rose and disappeared into the back of the tent. Mortemor Jr. was suddenly nervous. she felt as though the empty first aid kit was the straw that had broken the camel's back; and she feared what her father would do. Of course, she should have been afraid of what her father was going to make her do.

“Now… Take this… and this.” Sr. quickly reappeared from the back of his tent, toting a field journal; bound with twine and slightly soiled, and a cutting knife. He placed both objects in Mortemor’s hands.

She stared down at her palms than back up at her father, wondering what he expected of her, and fearing what the knife was for. “You may not be able to find everything, but Endrykas is a rich region with lots of vegetation… go find the herbs on the list and bring them back…” Mortemor Sr. flipped open the book in Jr.’s hand as he spoke, and opened it to a specific page entitled “Herbs of Endrykas.”

Mortemor Jr.’s eyes went wide. “But why can’t I just go--”

Sr. cut his daughter off with a swiftly raised hand, halting her in mid sentence. “You will go, because next time… I want you to remember to pack the herbs… understand.” By her father’s inflection she could tell he was dead serious, and if she protested or disobeyed this time, she’d probably end up walking home… or eating nothing for the next few days… or sleeping outside in the wild!! ‘Oh no! I better do what he says…’ Mortemor chewed at her finger tips unsure of what to do. It was her father who jolted her into action.

“Get going… it will be dark soon.” Sr. settled right back down into his chair, ready to share another drink with his new Drykas buddy.

Wide eyed, and heart racing; Mortemor Jr. fearfully turned and left the stall, heading in the direction of the Endrykas grasslands.

It was only when Jr had left completely did Sr. spring to his feet and grab a small purse off the shelf; shoving the leather pouch into Erzotol’s wide palm. “Here, please take this! I know we’ve just met, but I’ve always trusted the drykas; please take this as payment, and watch out for my Mortemor. Just make sure Jr. doesn’t get lost or injured… ” The older man swiped a concerned hand through his salt and pepper locks, sighing heavily.

“Morty just hasn’t learned how to truly appreciate things yet… this is just suppose to be a learning experience… besides the brat could use some exercise; hell, I’d probably have an easier time getting set up by myself…” Sr. frowned and rubbed his chin. “I know Morte can be a handful, but… you don’t have to let Jr. know you’re there.” Sr. winked as though hinting at stealth being a good course of action. “So what do you say? Will you help me out? I’ll pay you the other half when my youngin’ returns.”

Planing!lol now Erzotol has the opportunity to make Morte’s herb gathering experience a living hell XD

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The Enemy of My Enemy... [Flashback](Erzotol)

Postby Erzotol Silverden on October 10th, 2011, 6:43 am

Scrunching up his face in confusion, Erzotol eyed the older man in way that suggested he doubted the man's reasoning capabilities if only for a moment. After all the Opal tents where bound to have everything he could possibly need for that kit of his and more, and at much less of a hassle than he made it out to be. He opened his mouth to say precisely that when the man came back, and Erzotol caught the gist of what the man was getting at. It must be a outsider thing to test there children in such a way without openly punishing them, and he found to his surprise he didn't disagree with the man's methods. Surely they where outlandish, and seemed to be a bit risky, but it was not more risk than his own family had faced on the sea of grass day after day. So intent on seeing how exactly the father would handle it, Erzotol simply relaxed in his see, his eyes lazily watching the confrontation between man and boy while he drummed his fingers lazily on his knee. His crystal blue eyes glazed over slightly as he sat there watching but he could hear every word spoken and understand it as well. Good, maybe I was good about not drinking too much this time.

Erzotol craned his neck as he watched the lad leave, the hint of a amused smile on his lips before it dissolved back into a serious one as he looked back at the now frantically rushing Mortemor. As he stood up reflexively he found a pouch shoved into his hands, and after hearing the man's words he pushed the mizas back into the older man's hands. "Come on now, you've entertained me as a gracious host, and plied me with fine wine. What kind of guest would I be if I didn't do this simple matter for you in return for the warmth you showed me." Erzotol said as he dusted the imaginary dust from his pants, and eyed the man with a gentle smile on his face. "I'll keep a eye on your Morty don't you worry" he said before saluting and turning on his heel to follow the young lad into the grass.
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