As they drew close the gnomish mercenaries who attended to his ship shot up and gathered their pikes. The sound of clattering and grinding plate filled the void, cold air as they took up position besides their master. The horsemen drew close.
The first to arrive pulled back on the reigns. Shouting orders to the men behind them. Their horses drew to a thunderous and sudden stop behind him. The beasts drew close. They their hooves nervously and aggressively against the stone and gravel beneath them. Their hooves and their whimpering was an echo of primitive fear, and of hate. The helmed riders looked down at the human there. Shadow and darkness ruled behind the face plates of their helmets.
There was a prisoner among them, not masked or wrapped in linens. His face wild in terror. His wide blue eyes shot between the men on the horses and the man on the ground. His graying hair curled back against his skull in a close knit, made messy by wind and by a hard gallop. His breaths were short and shaky. His captured companions calm and collective.
“Dr. Palman!” the man in black hailed reaching into his pocket, “pleasure you could join us. I'm KIA!” he introduced himself with a wry smile, holding out a sack of gold to the rider as he stepped down from his horse, dragging his prisoner from the saddle.
“He wasn't alone.” sneered the rider, as he took the gold. His voice wispy like that of a wraith's. But he was living all the same.
“Palman! You don't get to bring friends.” the agent sneered bewildered, “Who are these jokers?” he demanded, stepped aside to let the gnomes take control.
“They're not my friends.” Palman corrected detestful as he was shepherded aside.
“It doesn't matter, I only want answers.” the agent called back, turning on the rider, “I'll have the difference delivered to your men if I get good reason to take these men.” he sneered, *I only wanted one other, not five.”
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