A large shadow raced over the sands of the Dead Coast. It was the shadow of a large Battleheart. Up high in the air, the Battleheart named Quillaq was carrying two elderly passengers as well as a Rabbot AC1 - that was Zephion, or Z as he preferred.
"Looks like we've arrived. Where shall we land?" Quillaq asked in a gruff voice. The elderly couple both smiled and laughed in happiness. "Oh, right there on the coast would be fine, laddie." the old man pointed down. His wife nodded.
Quillaq went in for a slow and bumpy descent, landing hard on the sandy beach, throwing sand up into the wind. He leaned down as close to the ground as he could and allowed them all to slide off his wings. They all dismounted, Z being the last.
"What a help. Thank you dearly, dearies." the wife thanked. Both she and the man bowed graciously to the pair. Z, the hired bodyguard, smiled and returned the bow, holding his katana. "It was our pleasure, sir and ma'am." "We could have never made it through the Roraldi Forest safely without you both." the man said. The lady dug out a few ks and handed them to Z, who put them in a small pouch he had tied around his katana.
The couple started into town, passing Quillaq and giving a few final bows before waving and continuing. He nodded and turned to Z. "Should we head back?"
"Not right away. We can hang around for a bit and see if anyone else needs our assistance here." Who knew ... maybe they'd find another person in need of their services here ...
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