Sila sat with his back to the wall in ruins, the firelight reflected in his left eye blind, his face horribly marked. Six months of flight and hiding her body had lost weight once muscular. His clothes were tattered rags, the soles of his boots shook loose her hair had grown to his shoulders, and a wild beard covered his face, which irritates your skin with scars in the hot weather.
If I only had the hands to zero mites! But she has refused even that.
"We have will," replied the man. "Although I would feel better if I had a hand that could sacudir. smiled the bandit leader to his men, fifteen in total, who laughed at the joke. Sila said nothing had been much worse than cheap jokes, as irregular fabric tied on each of his wrists he said.
"Do not worry, my friend, you can trust me," continued the man. "I can be outlawed, but thief Leander always keeps his word." The bandit his mustache short, greedy eyes.
"Very well," said Sylla. "At dawn I will bring you to the treasure that is your payment, but must sleep now. I'm not as strong as it used to be." He lay on the ground as best he could and winced at the pain it caused.
Sila closed his eyes to rest, however, was only pretending to sleep. In contrast, decreased breathing, and after a long stretch of silence at the robbers began to mutter among themselves. As they did, he listened attentively.
Could choose Leandro and his deputy, barbecues, speaking softly. Leandro said something that made barbecues sigh.
Have you noticed that I am? He asked.
Soon after, he heard the scrape of a knife being sharpened by a sharpening stone.
He had taken a huge risk walking in the camp Leandro alone. Jerry had advised him against it, and knew that the werewolf not be far away. You will be surprised how close the child could reach its prey before being detected, so close that it was always too late for their victims. He was probably less than a stone's throw away, even now, looking back Sulla.
The knife scraped finish through the grindstone.
Perhaps the means for cutting the throat with it? Sila thought, and he still would not budge. Have you guessed who I am? Undoubtedly, the Kinshra have offered a reward for my capture, and a description to go with it, because I know them well. Do not carry a time against it?
Sila his teeth at the thought of Kara-Meir and his last fight, when she had fought in combat and had cut off both hands.
It would have been a hundred times nicer to kill me, and knew it. You know!
Suddenly she felt her hand tighten Sila right in a tight fist.
She forced herself to breathe calmly. It was not the first time he had to endure such feelings ghostly hands no longer possessed. During the last six months every day was a test for him. No hands was impossible to eat or go or fight. He had become totally dependent on her werewolf friend, Jerry.
He did ... uncomfortable.
Together they had fled and hidden then, until, with agonizing slowness, Sila grew strong enough to walk again. Finally, we ventured north to the desert, hoping to hide in that realm without law, as they planned the best way to get revenge against those who had defeated.
However, they did well together. Jerry still had those who helped him on his journey, however, Sila could say that the werewolf was afraid that his master, who twice had appeared, offering advice in the desert, but Sila had seen and heard nothing when he had occurred. Each time the information given to them had saved from certain death, so that Sila had any questions.
And that's how I know it comes after me, Kara-Meir. You, Gar'rth, and barbarian priestess. You are so close. Soon, we will start our journey south to Varrock, to complete this master plan by Jerry undead. And I'll be there to see.
He dreamed, as he did in a thousand other occasions, what I was going to Kara-Meir and friends if it ever was under its power again.
I will be there to see it!
Leandro the thief saw that his men were sweating from the work, but made no move to help.
The ground was hard from the dry summer. They had traveled to this all morning to get to their destination, an arid plain, where only the color diseased vegetation grew. Further south, the undulating land of a series of long barrows in width to the point of view was finally stopped by a small range of hills. Beyond that, Sila knew was Varrock.
"They can dig faster?" He demanded. The thief stared.
"I ask you to help," he said, "I just do not believe that your work would be of some use." He smiled at his provocation.
Suddenly a cry of one of the bandits silenced them. The man drove his spade into the ground, where he hit a metal surface with a loud noise. All attention turned to where he was.
"Dig it out!" Leander commanded. The men dug furiously before dragging a picture of the earth. Leandro knelt beside the lock, examine it carefully.
"It will have the key," Sila recommended.
Leandro smiled and pulled out an object from his bag.
"Be patient my mysterious friend, and see how a genuine thief is a simple barrier." Skillfully, he inserted his truck and listened attentively to the jeers of the teeth of the lock.
Seconds later, gave a satisfying click and it opened. As Leander men cheered, barbecues moved to the side of Sulla, and fallen warlord watched the man's hand gripped the sword.
As I anticipated ...
Leandro opened the lid of the box, his eyes widening as she realized the wad of paper inside. He turned his head and opened his mouth to speak, when suddenly she screamed and shook the hand of the lock, his face a grimace of pain.
"It's a poisoned needle," Sila said calmly. "Its effects are immediate, and the pain will drive you crazy in a matter of hours."
"Kill him!" Leander cried, jumping to his feet and arm massage with fury.
Barbecues drew his knife and held it up to the throat of Sila.
Sila did not move when you looked quiet malice. Barbecues hesitated.
No sign of weakness. If you're weak, you die. When he spoke, his voice was calm, his words measures.
"If I am free I can get rich at all, because I only know that the true value of what is contained in the scrolls," he said. "Kill me, and you have nothing."
Barbecues looked back at Leander. The thief had collapsed on his knee and writhing in agony. As the men stared at their leader, a figure emerged from the shadows and stood in silence behind them.
Perfect timing.
"Need I add that I forgive your lives?" Asked Sila as a grunt out of the newcomer. The robbers yarn, and cried out several of fear as the figure approached hirsuta.
"A w-w-werewolf!" Stammered one of them.
Several of his colleagues took their leaves and are out. But no one dared to advance in the creature.
"Do nothing, because he is my partner," said Sylla. "From Morytania. His name is Jerry. Keep rusty weapons-none of them can hurt. That will only make you mad, and if that happens, you will not live the day."
"What they want from us?" Asked barbecues. It was a short man, bald with a nose that looked like it had broken several times, and spoke quietly complain.
"We're going to Varrock," said Sylla. "It's a city big enough to hide, and the contents of this box we will rich."
The man hesitated.
Finally, they decided to barbecues.
"We will go with you ... Sila."
So I know! With that realization was the anger that news of his defeat had become so widespread that even in the desert, simple bandits dared to mock him.
"How long have you known?" He demanded.
"Since we made the agreement." Leander barbecues seemed once and licked her lips uncertainly. "Leander Kinshra wanted to sell, but I think we must first see the treasure." Her eyes fell on the box. "What's there anyway?"
Sila laughed.
"These scrolls contain important information but are written in an ancient Kinshra code, and I can only descifrar." He turned to face the men, still clustered away from the werewolf. "So far that's all you need to know . Now, the horses ready! "
The men moved to obey, while Jerry went to Leander. While doing so, the robber pulled a knife in his hands trembling, and found her language.
"That hurts!" Gasped, dropping the knife as Jerry dragged a short distance.
"As I knew it would," Sila said cheerfully. "Oh, time is a poison that lasts only one day. An old woman was preparing for me when I was still part of the cavalry Kinshra." In short, he wondered what had become of the Sibyl who had served him so well , but quickly shook off that feeling. He bent and moved close to the thief, nodding in the direction of the knife lying on the ground.
"That's the easiest way to end your pain, my friend mocked him duplicity.
"What's in the box?" Leander stammered.
Sila leaned over to talk privately to the ear.
"When I was in the Kinshra made copies of certain documents secret. These documents contain confidential information relating to a number of rich people and their organizations, from here all the way to Kandarin. In diplomacy, Kinshra often have to persuade influential people to help their cause, and blackmail has proven to be a tool eficaz. He stood again. "Now I have that tool. And I'm going to use. "
"The Kinshra will kill you for that!"
"They would kill me anyway, if they could. Meanwhile, I can have some fun destroying their spy networks a small profit, I can not? He looked at the distance." I think I will start in Varrock. There is not wealth, wealth owned by people whose names appear on those documents. "
With that, Sila brought his boot on the chin with a sharp snap Leander. The thief's head shook, and fell into unconsciousness.
"Why not kill him?" Jerrod whispered.
"No," said Sylla. "We need the loyalty of his men, at least for now, and killing him would be too much for them in the stomach. ...- Also looked warily around him." Lone travelers not last here, especially the unconscious. "
A moment later, with the help of Jerry, Sila perched on a saddle. The werewolf turned away and threw his cloak over him, hiding his face when he returned to human form. Once he did, he got behind Sila. He never rode alone, would not stand and was so uncomfortable with the beasts that were with him.
"We're going south to Varrock, if you hurry, you can be there in time for summer," said Sylla. "Our destination is a farm east of the city. The owner has land ranging from the River Salve to the edges of the city. I will not send a message to an old acquaintance of mine, the leader of the band Phoenix."
And then, at dusk in the desert, and most terrifying creatures Jerry stirred, rode south to the more civilized lands, Leander leaving the thief to his fate.
Varrock is the largest human city in the world, however, is a city full of dangerous secrets. People have been disappearing, taken by an abductor inhuman. Their victims are killed ... or worse. Some are taken to the Morytania, the land where vampires rule. As Kara-Meir and friends - the heroes of the Battle of Falador - gather for the Summer Festival, the growing discontent against the crown. A conspiracy is unmasked, and the king is forced to send representatives through Canifis sacred river, the capital of Morytania. For reasons of their own, which selects famous heroin and Kara and Gar'rth, unique knowledge of the land of the dead. They are accompanied by Teodoro, Doric the dwarf Castimir wizard and the barbarian priestess Arisha on a mission that will force Gar'rth to address the violent legacy, and secrets are revealed that will test their loyalty to the limit.
For the price of failure in Morytania is far worse than death, and if their mission fails, then a new king will reign in Varrock. A King who is the lord of the living and the dead.
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