Snippet #2478637

Juil hoped that Marian would find a caravan that would be far larger than a strafe or two for the rider. He had been strapped to that dragon only moments before he had escaped, only getting out because of a bad piece of rope. He knew two things about the rider: That he was patient and that he was intelligent. He would use that dragon of his to its fullest if he had reason to. That is something that Juil could not doubt.

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Mariam might have caught the far off silhouette of a dragon flying silently between the peak visible out the the far window of the tavern. Soron was getting ready to get closer than he had been for the past few days. All it would take is one mistake, a few steps too far off. That is all it would take. And this time he tested his rope. Wouldn't want to make that mistake twice.

Soron would watch the caravan as it passed while he waited along a cliff. He had set boulder traps to stop the caravan in its tracks. With this pace, he would have the perfect time to strike. The dead of night. The blackest hour burn bright with dragon flames. So he moved to his waiting place just off the edge of the cliff.

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As the caravan continued to move through the night closing near a thin pass, Juil began to get real jumpy and nervous. This change became visible when the caravan began to thin out near the pass. When asked what the problem was, he would reply with "Rocks like to fall the fastest at night."

In truth, he knew one thing about night. It was the best place for a black dragon to hide. This pass they were nearing was the perfect point for an ambush to happen. Then it did. A boulder the size of a house fell from the side of the pass, crushing the carriage in-front of his and blocking the pass. Behind his carriage, another blocked the only escape. The only thing that could be seen from over the top was the blasts of light from flames of the unknown, while all that could be heard was the screams of burning amazi.

Juil turned to Mariam and said "Fate is this worlds cruelest force."