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approaching and the incline of the hill rose before them still.
“Damn, I hate this!” Teren said. Perspiration dripped from his forehead. “It’s fucking hot!” he whined from the rear, while tying a dirty rag around his head of thinning hair.
“You bitch more than an old woman,” Madar replied, his patience worn thin. “You think I like this heat any better than you? I’m just keepin’ my mind on that gold so it don’t seem so bad,” he lied. His mind was on how long this was taking and how little time he had left to deliver the prisoners to Peltaran.
“You don’t know where you’re going, do you?” Teren asked.
“What makes you say that? The town’s on the other side, so I’m takin’ us up and over so’s we can reach it. You got a better idea?”
“Nah. I ain’t never been here neither.”
“How wrong can we be if we climb up here and then down there?” he asked, pointing to what looked to be the crest of the hill. “Even if we come out a ways from the town, it can’t be far,” Madar reasoned, but his worries grew with each new step.
“I don’t give a crap just so’s we get there. I just wondered if you was guessing each time or if you knew where you was going. That’s all. Shit. Shit. Shit,” Teren cursed, untangling his foot from a root that seemed to follow him up the path. “I suppose it don’t matter none that you ain’t never been here,” he shrugged, pulling at his ankle.
As they walked on, the hill continued rising before them. It didn’t appear to be this high from the outside, and it surprised them both that it hadn’t leveled off yet. The prisoners plodded on without complaint, following their captor’s instructions. Their chains dragged along the surface, sliding smoothly over the sticks and rocks littering the trail as they walked. Teren stopped frequently to free his own legs from the twisted twigs and branches upon which they got caught, cursing and spitting his annoyance.
“Don’t stare at me that way, you!” he snapped at one of the captives. “Keep your fucking eyes away!” he warned. “Hey, Madar! Did you get a look at this fucker’s face?” he shouted to his friend. “It ain’t no normal face, no ways!”
“How so?” Madar yelled from the front of the line.
They walked in single file now as the pathway constricted where the trees grew more dense.
“Well, it ain’t like yours or mine,” he replied. “It ain’t normal at all! His eyes are slanted,” he said, while picking up a long stick from the ground. “I wonder what his ears look like?” He extended the stick toward the hood on Fallean’s cape. Grabbing it with the tip of the branch, he dragged it down behind him. “Shit! I knew it! He’s an elf.” Teren shouted.
“So. Who cares?” Madar shouted back. “I suppose the women are too. Big shit,” he responded, uninterested. “All’s I care about is that she pays us for ‘em when we get there. They could be fucking dwarves for all it matters. Stop talking and keep moving. We’re running out of time.”
Teren backed away from his captive, while Fallean crouched, glowering at him despite the warning. His face was expressionless, but his eyes burned with anger. He cocked his head and his nostrils flared as he sniffed the air again , like an animal tracking the scent of another.
“We’d better watch this fucker well,” Teren said. “I don’t like the looks of ‘em.” Yanking on the chain that bound his legs together, he forced Fallean to hop forward like a toad. Teren laughed. The two women tripped behind him as they were attached to the links as well. “If you get any fucking bright ideas, elf, think twice,” he threatened. “I ain’t got no love for you people. Give me a reason, and I’ll kill you as soon as I’d take a piss on this bush here. No one said we needed to bring you in alive.” He spit on the dry ground and laid his hand on the hilt of the dagger that stuck out of the belt around his
“Damn, I hate this!” Teren said. Perspiration dripped from his forehead. “It’s fucking hot!” he whined from the rear, while tying a dirty rag around his head of thinning hair.
“You bitch more than an old woman,” Madar replied, his patience worn thin. “You think I like this heat any better than you? I’m just keepin’ my mind on that gold so it don’t seem so bad,” he lied. His mind was on how long this was taking and how little time he had left to deliver the prisoners to Peltaran.
“You don’t know where you’re going, do you?” Teren asked.
“What makes you say that? The town’s on the other side, so I’m takin’ us up and over so’s we can reach it. You got a better idea?”
“Nah. I ain’t never been here neither.”
“How wrong can we be if we climb up here and then down there?” he asked, pointing to what looked to be the crest of the hill. “Even if we come out a ways from the town, it can’t be far,” Madar reasoned, but his worries grew with each new step.
“I don’t give a crap just so’s we get there. I just wondered if you was guessing each time or if you knew where you was going. That’s all. Shit. Shit. Shit,” Teren cursed, untangling his foot from a root that seemed to follow him up the path. “I suppose it don’t matter none that you ain’t never been here,” he shrugged, pulling at his ankle.
As they walked on, the hill continued rising before them. It didn’t appear to be this high from the outside, and it surprised them both that it hadn’t leveled off yet. The prisoners plodded on without complaint, following their captor’s instructions. Their chains dragged along the surface, sliding smoothly over the sticks and rocks littering the trail as they walked. Teren stopped frequently to free his own legs from the twisted twigs and branches upon which they got caught, cursing and spitting his annoyance.
“Don’t stare at me that way, you!” he snapped at one of the captives. “Keep your fucking eyes away!” he warned. “Hey, Madar! Did you get a look at this fucker’s face?” he shouted to his friend. “It ain’t no normal face, no ways!”
“How so?” Madar yelled from the front of the line.
They walked in single file now as the pathway constricted where the trees grew more dense.
“Well, it ain’t like yours or mine,” he replied. “It ain’t normal at all! His eyes are slanted,” he said, while picking up a long stick from the ground. “I wonder what his ears look like?” He extended the stick toward the hood on Fallean’s cape. Grabbing it with the tip of the branch, he dragged it down behind him. “Shit! I knew it! He’s an elf.” Teren shouted.
“So. Who cares?” Madar shouted back. “I suppose the women are too. Big shit,” he responded, uninterested. “All’s I care about is that she pays us for ‘em when we get there. They could be fucking dwarves for all it matters. Stop talking and keep moving. We’re running out of time.”
Teren backed away from his captive, while Fallean crouched, glowering at him despite the warning. His face was expressionless, but his eyes burned with anger. He cocked his head and his nostrils flared as he sniffed the air again , like an animal tracking the scent of another.
“We’d better watch this fucker well,” Teren said. “I don’t like the looks of ‘em.” Yanking on the chain that bound his legs together, he forced Fallean to hop forward like a toad. Teren laughed. The two women tripped behind him as they were attached to the links as well. “If you get any fucking bright ideas, elf, think twice,” he threatened. “I ain’t got no love for you people. Give me a reason, and I’ll kill you as soon as I’d take a piss on this bush here. No one said we needed to bring you in alive.” He spit on the dry ground and laid his hand on the hilt of the dagger that stuck out of the belt around his
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