Snippet #2472276

It had been several hours since Tharac and his company had raided the village. They were now set down again miles away, having moved a bit closer to the borders. Tharac himself was now seated in his tent, pouring over a map of the region. He had tracked the movements of the human mercenary headed in this direction, and even if he'd lost the trail that still didn't mean he couldn't flush him out. That was the reason why he had burned out the village in the first place, to make sure the boy knew he was coming.

Now another person would likely balk at such an action, Tharac had his reasons. Despite what everyone would claim of him, and his people in general, Tharac was not just a dull witted brute. He was cunning, and every bit of his actions, no matter how violent or brutal had an underlining method to the madness. This particular ploy was a simple hunters ploy. The 'prey', the boy, already knew he was being hunted and was trying to hide from him. If he sensed that the 'hunter', Tharac, was closing in on his hiding place he would then likely try to bolt for the nearest location of safety. In this case, judging from the heading he had reportedly been taking, that place of safety would likely be across the border towards the elven lands.

And that would be where the second 'hunter' would be waiting. Already Tharac had sent scouts to ride fast towards the borderlines, with the mercenary's descriptions and orders to any available troops to keep watch and apprehend him on sight. He had even sent a few to the drow, requesting their assistance. Though he had to embroider and repeat the words alive and unharmed more than once in that letter.

All and all, it was a sound and sturdy plan. Unless the boy had someone capable of smuggling him across the border, the would be little to save him from being captured in an ambush and be brought before the master within a week.