Aramin stood behind a rock. The dog was before him about fifty feet. Haseo and his party were right next to the dog. Only one thing kept him from attacking: there was another person by them.
Aramin knew when to attack and when to wait. This was the time for waiting, at least until he could discern this new man's intentions. Violence would be preferable, but alliance would muck things up something serious. He had to wait for the next move...
__________________
"I find innards look best...when you can see them."
~World of Warcraft Rogue Ability: Garrote~
"Culture is drinking wine from your enemy's skull. Civilization is getting arrested for it."
~Anonymous~ |