The poorest district of kereth, farthest from the palace, a real slump. Sapphire landed in a open square surrounded by broken down cabins to avoid attention. She let go of Yervok. Who was still enjoying her lovely fragrance. Yervok took a few steps forward before sapphire called out his name softly, "Yervok, if you see any of those men wearing the grey hoods and red sashes, trust them for the most part, they are a special force of the Druid council, their society was created by Greycrow and worst nightmare long ago. Strong fighters." Yervok nodded then began to walk, sapphire called our again, "Yervok! Tirj is probably back at the hotel. Follow the main road" She pointed at the only marble road in the slump. Yervok turned to it and nodded, "thanks." Sapphire smiled, as Yervok began his way back to Tirj. Many thoughts ran through his mind. Many questions, and uncertainty. As he walked the houses began to look nicer and nicer on his way. Less beggars. More side street merchants and more horse and buggy. Also he began to spot out a few of these men who wore grey hoods with a dark bird stitched on them and crimson red sashes. They all seemed scattered but strangely organized as well. The randomness was definatly an illusion. They were organized. Yervok had no clue to how but they definatly were. Before Yervok could think more about it he was standing in front of the hotel. The familiar smell of drunk fools and gamblers clawed out of the wooden doors. Yervok walked up to the doors and opened them silently.
Before Yervoks hand even touched the door it swung open, and a large gray wolf with a grizzly white tipped fur on it's face bursted out. It was bigger than any wolf Yervok had ever seen but what stood next to it was even bigger. It was a large man wearing fur and chain armor. He had large fists and a yellow beard. A horned helmet was fit onto his head. "move it kid." He growled as he barely touched Yervok but still had enough strength in the push to shove Yervok completely to the side. The man walked away without looking back. Yervok grew angry but suddenly tirjs voice sprang from the doorway, "leave it be boy."
Yervok looked over his shoulder at the large man., "who was-" "I said don't worry about it,"Tirj said bitterly, " now come upstairs." The hotel didn't change at all. A few drunks where at the bar area and a small group of three were playing cards. On the steps there was the faint smell of death still but not to noticeable. The two made their way up the stairs then as they entered the room Tirj began to talk agian, "so I suppose that worst nightmare had a little talk with you." Tirj said without looking at Yervok.
Yervok nodded, "possibly." Tirj turned to Yervok and stared deep into his eyes, "listen closely Yervok, worst nightmare is a liar! The apex council does not wish anyone harm. We are just purifying the world." Yervok shook his head, "you are evil." But then he remembered worst nightmares orders. But it was too late Tirj decided on something else, Tirj grabbed Yervok by the throat and they stared at each other, "see." Tij said. "see." Yervok repeated "hear" Tirj said "hear" Yervok repeated "taste" Tirj demanded "taste" Yervok repeated "smell" Tirj said "smell" Yervok repeated. Tirj let go, "remember why you are here! Worst nightmare and the Druid order only wish you harm and to ruin kereth. We are here to make people see." Tirj clenched his fist in the air with that last word as is grasping the air itself, "we are here on a conquest Yervok." Yervok nodded, "I understand."
Yervok nodded, "so what are we to do then?" Tirj smiled. A pleasant aroma steamed from his slightly open mouth, "the Druid order has sent more than one Druid to kereth to cause a break in our plans.. The one we know of so far is worst nightmare, but I sense he has left the mission to you?" Before Yervok could reply Tirj had already begun talking, "but there is another that I know is here.. He is a dangerous and personal enemy of mine, he goes by the name of Besst-In. He is apart of a large family that consists of Druid marks. He is the third eldest, only older than his brothers Besst-Spac and brother toddler twins, Besst-Dra and Besst-Ic The family is known as the Besst clan. But do not worry about the others for I expect him to be alone with his personal arsenal of followers. Take him out for me. Or maim him and lead him to me." Yervok nodded, "I understand." Tirj looked sternly at Yervok, almost skeptical, " good. Then go." Yervok turned and headed out the way he came, a bit exhausted. The streets were starting to clear a bit for most are home for dinner. Yervoks stomach growled a bit. He looked around and spotted a bakery across the street and started towards it, the smell of fresh bread filling his nostrils.