Arabian Swindler

When they came to the hidden ship and the doors open, Dejen gave the orders for the slaves to get examined and for Galdan troops to rest. Dejen gave orders for them to wait, mostly to wait till the ships were gone, and to see if Ash was going to come around. Or at least try to reach the ship before they had to leave.

They waited for hours. Wounded were treated, slaves looked over and Galdan had his men finally get out of their ‘ridiculous getups’. It was funny to watch, but no Ash. it made him almost fidget as slowly, the day was waning.

Taking a deep breath, Dejen radio in. “alright, we need to get moving. Someone find Najat and figure out if Ash had some bullshit means to live. Because if she isn’t here by the next three minutes? I’m going to assume she got herself killed.”

Lowering his hand, Dejen waited. For a minute he figured someone was looking for Najat. But after a while, Najat called in, “you left Ash behind?” Her tone just as devoid and cold as before. The only difference now, was Dejen was aware that Najat was apparently not like other herno’s. She didn’t need a ‘conduit’ to use her magic with. “And you are unsure if she lives?”

“We were a bit pressed on time, and the pirate was using bombs to remove the problem.” told Dejen. “And since we haven’t seen a single hair on Ash of coming here? I don’t know what if she still alive or killed. So I was hoping you can give me some quick insight, otherwise I’m going to assume she's dead and we got to go.”

All he got, was a, “she lives.”

“But how? Does she got some magic? Is she using some method, I need a bit more, Najat. We’re sorta on limited time as it is.”

“I have no proof.” Was the simple response from the cryomancer. “I merely believe, she lives. I have faith she is alive.”

“Well you better hope that faith still good, Najat. Because if she doesn’t show up in the next two minutes? We got to go.”

They went quite, and Dejen counted off the seconds. Really, he realized that the time he and Najat spent talking, no matter how short? Would of made those two minutes shorter. But he was giving Ash a extra chance. But… as it went on, he didn’t hear any news.

Come on Ash...you got the damn determination to go after your friend like high-hell. You been after her for 3 weeks! Theres no way Death already took you. Not with me around! waiting a bit as the seconds slowly came in as when the time went up as two minutes and 3 seconds were counting….

Did Dejen sighed and told to Debt at the wheel. “Start up the ship. We got to go now.”

The gnoll nod and started the ship. Dejen watched the window and didn’t look away. Every second ticked by, and still no sight. No radio chatter, no messaging changeling… even as they rose up and began to move, still nothing. It made him sigh.

They moved over the ground, and soon began to go over the ocean. Slowly, his mind began to drift.

If she's dead. There's nothing I can’t do...But I am going to honor my end, get the other Najat and what villagers I got to grab, take them safely to my ship and...figure something out. I did say I was going to help, and I am a Striped of my word. After that well...ugh, its going to be a BITCH to find that island, even more try to take down Maltar and Deejeen without any info.

Rubbing his forehead as he thought a bit. Devil’s luck. Always got to have the bad come first before I get anything good...I have a feeling that fox will want something from me if I don’t pay up. Although he soon heard something from the crows nest.

“My King, there's a...ship coming out from the cove. Its a frigate and...it got lots of holes in it. It can barely fly as it is.”

Great...pirates...Well better get ready to-- pausing in that thought as he muttered with wide eyes. “No…..” then spoke to the crows nest. “Can you sense any emotion on the ship?! Anything at all?”

“Some, there's some fair amount of desperation. But I can’t tell from this range.”

This is a gamble… thought Dejen as he ordered. “Debt, turn the ship around and focus on the frigate.” then order on all the comms. “We’re going to be boarding a ship, got full of holes,” giving a slight grin. “But if we ask please enough, I think they might surrender without too much of a fight.”

“Excuse me, but…. What?” Rah-Rah asked in utter confusion. And from the sounds of it, there were just as many confused people. Even Debt and Port looked back to him in confusion, ship slowing, but not turning yet.

Asha seemed to add her two sense, “I think he’s right. Asking please might let us onboard without a fight!”

“Wouldn’t we usually...you know, down the ship?” asked Port in confusion as Dejen told.

“Yeah, but the ship got something I need, and if we make it convincing, they can give up.” unaware of the ship going underneath them and drifting to a stop, seeming to lost steam and drifting forwards.

“Uh King...the ship is underneath us.” told a changeling as Dejen soon told.

“Then get something to pull the ship to us and get boarding parties ready. Soon we get what we need, soon we can leave.”

They all did so, the ship even going down. A few changeling s got out long cables and went to work securing the ship to their own before re-ascending and getting on the move. And as Dejen got up and moved to meet with those boarding the ship. Glancing to mostly Galdan’s former hunters, he nodded to them and all headed for the shi. Then.. he was… well…

Dejen had to blink when he those that gathered with him looked over the hole-riddled ship. But mostly at the crew of pirates, knocked out, groaning and tied up… and Ash sitting on a barril, chewing on what looked to be some odd fruit and heavily singed. Even smoking a little by the edges of her whiskers.

Peeking a eye to him, Ash waved a slightly singed paper rolled up in her hand, “Hey Dejen! I got that map you wanted!” All unable to stop from their staring at the cat. (End)

“Galdan...I want someone to get that map….and I want you or someone to hold me back.” told Dejen, as a pony glance and asked.

“Why?”

Dejen replied in a calm tone, wit ha eye twitching. “Because I’m about to SMACK A BITCH UP!” roared out Dejen at the end as he was about to rush to Ash was dancing away as he was chasing her, using her staff to vault around, over and away from him as he was shouting. “DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG I WAS FUCKING WAITING?! HOURS! WE COULD’VE BEEN AT GRUGANDA BY NOW, BUT NOOOOOO! YOU TOOK YOU'RE SWEET DAMNED TIME TO GET NOTICED?!”

The feline dancing around the mast, as he was trying to get to hre while she was using the mast to shield between him and her as he was trying to claw at her and vented out. “I AM ON A FUCKING TIME LIMIT OF MY EXISTENCE! THIS IS PROBABLY THE ONLY GOD DAMNED CHANCE, OF A GODDAMNED LIFETIME, OF A GODDAMNED FUCKING MOMENT-,” ranting on and all as she was jumping away from the mast as he was able to get past, he was almost close as she jump and land hard on a floorboard.

She waited till he was close to leap as she jump away, letting him land hard on the deck as it gave way as he lands in the hold. She walk up to a new hold, looking down and munching away on her fruit as the Striped was shouting and raves more as Mist spoke to Galdan.

“This is either the most confusing scenario I ever have witness….or the most hilarious scene of him getting angry and failing to catch her.”

Galdan gave long sigh. “For now, Seeker?” Giving a look to her. “Take the trash and put it someplace where it won’t make a mess.” Motioning to the out-cold pirates.

“Yes sir.” Spoke up Sharp, moving out with her fellows to do so. Ash seemed to move away from the hole and walk towards a door. They all watched as she relaxed by the mentioned door… waiting…

Then, they hear shouting, rushing footsteps, and when the door opened, Dejen shouting with fire in his eyes-- A staff came down and klonked him hard on the head. The striped tettered and swayed, trying to talk through his now confused and dazed mouth before he was poked and caused to fall flat on his face.

Ash looked from him, to the former hunters and took a bite of her treat. Gulping it, Ash said, “I think the captain needs a nice long nap, don’t you?” Then looked around, “and… can someone maybe get him to bed? I think he’s had a long day and needs to rest up.”

Two changelings buzzed by and dragged the Striped by his legs as one muttered to the other. “Never knew the King had a temper.”

“Hes a Hyena, they all got tempers.” told the other as while they drag the striped away? Ash whistle and goes back into the ship, mostly asking where a shower could be found.

All the while the former hunters gave rather strange looks, and only knew that this was another strange moment for them all to be in.

Mercy didn’t know whether she would be angry or amazed of Ash keeping away from her Striped rageful moment. Tricking and making him fall into a hold, and knocking him out with a simple hit of her staff. Thankfully there weren’t any lasting damages, but he was going to have a headache when hes up.

When morning came, and the map was given to Debt?

Was Ash enjoying morning breakfast as so were other's. Loud and heavy footsteps came, as a few assume it was Debt making the noise, but when the doors slam open, it was rather Dejen that did it. A scowl on his face as he was scanning the room as saw Ash. He focus on her and began moving towards the Herno. Coming up close as he stare down at her and took a deep breath in and soon told in a bluntful manner.

“I am starting to dislike you a bit. I really am.”

Looking up, Ash grinned and told while pointing her spoon at him. “Oh, don’t be like that. We were getting to know each other so well.” a teasing smile in place. “What? No thank you’s for getting the map? I did my job.” Shrugging as she did, “and, I also got a ship full of random junk-- I don’t know if it’s good junk, but it’s now your junk!”

Dismissively, Dejen said. “Oh I am thank you, but I just want this off my chest.” then breath in and continued. “I don’t hate you, but I just really, really dislike the fact that you’ve could come back anytime, or at the very least try to let us know you’re alive, instead of wasting everyone time, mine included when we had something important to do.”

Then breath in and soon told in a now calming manner. “But, as I said before, thank you. For getting the map, and for all the stuff that I might use or exploit later. Now if you excuse me, I need to pilot the course to get us to Gruganda as fast as we can, with how Arabia is, things can quickly change for the worse.”

“Kay.” Was the simple affirmative given by the cat. And while looking at him from the corner of her eye, Ash asked, “say, ever try yoga? I hear it’s great for relieving stress. ‘Cuz, you seem kinda stressed.”

“Well no shit sherlock!” sarcastically told Dejen.

“Who’s Sherlock? I’m Ash.” Responded the cat cooly before talking another bite.

Pinchiing the brow of his nose tightly, Dejen muttered. “Nope, not doing this. Not doing this bullshit, I’m not going through with this so early in the morning.” already heading out of the mess hall and off to pilot a course and possibly try to relax from the ‘stressful’ moment of talking with Ash.

After watching him leave, ASh rolled her eyes and said to herself, “what is up with stripe’s? It’s like they can’t relax.” Taking another bite and mulling it over before shrugging and gulping. “Maybe I should cheer him up later or somthin’.”

A few heads were shaken, some only look on in wonder as someone move closer to Ash spot, mostly talk as Gem told. “Well, if you ask me? I say Stripes are usually so crazy they can’t relax. Or the boss got something up and its bugging him more than usual.”

Turning all focus to the newcomer, Ash said, “hey, a new face.” Introducing, “I’m Ash, and you?” Friendly smile in place and a curious gaze looking over the engineer. And in a similar way, Gem eyed and looked over Ash. mostly the complex markings that, even with her experience, look extremely advanced.

“Names Gem. Secondary Engineer, self-proclaimed genius, and rune-crafter on this ship.”

“Nice to meet you Gem.” Ash said. “And, you’re not here to study the beauty marks, are you?” Half moving a arm guardedly over herself, “I’m a bit shy.”

Laughing, Gem told. “Guilty.” grinning to Ash as she went on. “But I was also curious about you, mostly since we rarely get Herno onboard the ship, or rather more than just the Twins.” then went on to say. “So any idea on why we’re heading to Arabia? Boss didn’t mention anything on why we’re heading there, only that you and him made a deal on something.”

Waving a hand, Ash told, “ah, just a little thing we noticed. Nothing big.” Then perked, “that does remind me, I need to see if there’s some spare cloths.” Going on to tell, “Najat’s going to need some spare’s while we’re traveling.” And hummed, “I’m thinking of maybe dupping her into wearing a hood too. What do you think? Too much?”

Thinking a bit, Gem said. “A hood would work wonders. But you’re going to need some seamstress or tailors to help you make better clothings.” thinking a bit as she said. “There's a place in Ramada that can help with that.”

“Ah, it’s fine. I sow.” Ash waved off, sort of surprising the Diamond Dog.

“Really?” looking to Ash. “Well, that does explain the...repairs on cloths.” then went on to say. “But you should probably check out the place in Ramada, good cloth, and made out of a reliable material too.”

Shrugging, Ash told, “I’ll think about it.” Then went on, “but, I think I’ll deal with what I got. I mean, gotta be self-reliant, am I right?” Then poked on to ask, “but, besides that. You’re wanting to know about my marks?” Then shrugged, “sorry, can’t do. They’re not your normal runic marks. They’re demonic in origin, and the only people that know how to decipher those are either demons, some ascended spirits, Opnehu-- or some dark-magic vodo wizards.”

Wonder if that egotistical dragon knows on this? thought Gem, but thought against it. She doubt he would even care or bothered. She however said. “Well, at least you warn me ahead of time.” then scratch her head a bit with a shrug. “Never encounter the demonic stuff, mostly since I’m from Arabia.”

“Be happy you didn't.” Ash told in a near solemn manner. “Freaky stuff happens with stuff inscribed with Demonic ruins. Someone tried researching them by copying the marks on a piece of paper-- and it sorta-kinda resulted in that paper turning into some sort of blood-thirsty paper demon.” Then shrugged, “No idea how that happened.”

Humming, Gem admit. “That is freaky. All we got to deal with is slavers, Hunters, and the antics of our gambling Racky boss.”

Pushing the empty bowl aside, Ash leaned back and asked, “what sort of antics?”

Snorting, Gem lean on the table and roll a hand. “Where to start?” hearing Ash asking ‘at the beginning?’. Gem roll her eyes and said. “If I got to start at that, I would need to go back to three years. Ever since the boss arrived out of nowhere, he stopped a civil war, nearly caused it, caused headaches and deaths to Changeling hunters, assassins, and the ilk. And somehow managed to get people that try to kill him, work for him. And that's not even counting that Devil Luck of his keeping him alive.”

“Sounds interesting.” Ash said with a smile. “Ok, now I’m curious. What’s the story?” Gem chuckling and going on a fairly lengthy, if not shortened, version of the last three years.

Things in Gruganda had changed very little. Even as Dejen walked through the crowds with Debt by his side? The city was still as dirty, corrupted and vile as it was before. Even if there was some ‘new management’ keeping an eye out. But for him, it looked like the man-child of a sultain still had things going his way.

Though this time, Ash was with them. Clad in her usual dark baggy cloth’s and hooded cowl. She fitted right in with the near dark and shady nature of the city. Even as they went to the auction sight that was the destination of this world’s Najat? Dejen had to wonder if they had come in time or not.

And seeing the auction, the shouts, the people… it was odd being… ‘home’ again.

He glance over as Debt was close by his side, the gnoll keeping a constant eye around as Dejen himself dressed the part of Arabian. Donning on his cloths and keeping his hidden blades on him. They were proven a use in places like these, and having a weapon even if he couldn’t use his gun, or at least ensure it wasn’t stolen by chance. He did however kept his coinpurse close to him, as to ensure he would have to buy this world Najat for Ash.

As slaves were brought up and sold, Dejen felt the need to spare Ash a glance. It was almost strange, in a way. She seemed completely dismissive of the slaves being sold off or passed off. Though now and then she would watch a few more reluctant be sold off, Ash kept… remarkably controlled. On point.

It was hard to tell if she cared. But as more and more people were sold, and the crowd slowly disperse, did they begin to move to the cleared stage. People leaving, the auctioneer slowly putting things up. They didn’t see her, but they had questions.

The minotaur gave a glance up and said, “sorry folks, auction is over. We got nothing left to sell. Come back in… I don’t know, a week or two.” Turning to keep moving along.

“I was hoping you can answer some questions,” said Dejen with a grin. Quickly moving by the minotaur as he said subtly. “And there might be a bit of a...increase payday for it, if you will. We’re looking for a specific stock. Herno Stock if you will.”

The minotaur stopped and gave a look and snort, “sorry pal, but you’re out of luck. That’s something of a exotic and rare find, and we sold off our only one yesterday.”

“Mind telling us who bought this Herno?” asked Dejen as he subtly slip in a few shekels into the minotaur hand.

Hand moving to feel the coin, the minotaur shifted his lips about and said, “well… I don’t normally tell who the buyers are, trying to make a good business you see.” But when a few more shekels were shown, the Minotaur chuckled and took them. “But, since you’re talking my language, they were a pack of dog’s. Common sort, I sell off bodies when they stop by.” Then jerked his head. “I happen to know they stay a few days before moving out. They come every two weeks.”

“And would you happen to know the names of these dogs, or at least their pack?” dejen asked with a toothy grin. “Or maybe perhaps where they might be located? After all, a reliable business man like you must know his customers well, even more if they’re regulars.”

“I normally do.” Told the Minotaur, “but I find that not asking questions keeps people off my back most times.” Though at the coin shown, he chuckled and took them. “But, people that know what I like to talk about, get more.” And pocketed them. “They’re part of this Fruk Pack. small merchant group, not much to say but they know where to dig and get raw gold. Pretty good at it too. And like to flaunt it.”

Pointing down the street, he told on. “Just down that way is a pub-Inn. Wilted Rose or something. They love the place, go there for a few nights before leaving. If I know them? They’ll still be there before moving out tomorrow. Hear home’s pretty long walk from here.”

Grinning, Dejen said. “Thanks for your trouble.” then pulled away from the minotaur.

“Good doing business.” told the minotaur, adding on, “I know better than to get on Death’s Gamblers bad side.” Walking off to go on inside.

“Well, looks like my rep is still living.” chuckled Dejen as he turn and said. “Alright guys, lets get to the Wilted Rose before anything else.” quickly moving as he added to Ash. “let me try to talk to them, if they don’t listen? Then we can kill them.”

Ash nodded, but told, “expect a fight.” Adding on in a focused tone. “They have Najat, and they have that collar on her. You don’t know, and I didn’t know at the time. But that Collar dos more than restrain her. It makes her do everything her ‘master’ tells her to do. Anything.” Seeming to punctuate the point.

“Then we better hurry up.” lowly told Dejen, as they were quickly moving to the inn-pub. It didn’t take long to reach the place as Debt open the door wide for Dejen to enter in first. The Striped analyzing the room as to find both dogs and Herno in the area. Part of him figure they were in their rooms, but he also know they served good drinks here, so they would be in the pub drinking.

They moved about the area, going through to another room where singing, cheering and chanting went on. But none more so noise went on than at the far corner. It was there that they found their pack, all having their jollies and having entertainment in the form of the younger Najat, seeming to be dancing on the table, though with nothing but the collar on.

Ash seemed to actually take a long, and calming breath-- before making a gag sound and coughed, “ew, beer.”

“You get used to it.” told Dejen as he moved up ahead, as he came to the dogs as he spoke in a loud and clear tone. “Gentlemen!” gaining their attention as he grin wide. “I got a proposition for you!” he took out a deck and asked. “How would you feel to be the luckiest pack alive with many riches under your belt in a simple card game?”

They all looked interested, each one giving the other a glance. One took out a pair of glasses, no doubt to get a look at the deck of cards… before nearly squealing, “Death’s Gambler!” Making the whole bar hush into silence….. With one herno still dancing despite it all.

Ash looked about and remarked, “wow….” And looked to Dejen, “people are scared of you.”

Chuckling, Dejen told with a sideway glance. “Comes with being infamous in Arabia.” then turn his attention to the dogs. “So you heard of me. Thats good,” moving a bit to sit close enough to a dog. “I was wondering if dear old Arabia forgotten about me. I mean, its not everyday when dear old me disappear now and then, eh?” going on to say as he began moving around the dogs.

“Now don’t you worry your little heads. I’m not here for anything too big. All I want really, is to have a simple card game with you all...a simple game of chance for a big pot of gold...for the slave on the table.”

Each looked to the other, before they all looked to one dog. He seemed to look at each before saying, “no.”

“But… gold!” Told one of them, “from Death’s Gambler!”

But… he was stumbern. “No.” And grinned. “I like my new kitty.” Making the herno shutter.

“But the gold!” Told another dog, “we can get a new slave.”

Shrugging, the dog reminded, “I no read.” Making Dejen half facefalt.

Walking to the lead dog. Dejen spoke. “Come now, think of it like this.” moving more closer to the leader dog, grinning a bit as he could tell everyone in the bar beside the Herno and his two friends were shifting a bit. Or looking intensly to the Striped as he came to the head honcho. “I am giving you gold! Free, large abundance GOLD.” going on to say. “Do you know how rare it is I give away? And all it cost is one simple slave.” then soon move his head close to the dog ear and whisper. “Just think...on the alternative of what I usually take.”

The dog… hummed…

Dejen… was trying… really hard… to keep up his smile. Mostly because while he was playing right? Well… his opponent… he was…. Trying. That was a polite term, trying.

“Gold fish!” Told the dog putting down the cards with a wide smile. His pals facepalming, Ash trying to hold back her laughter… and people looking on lost.

Must...resist….facepalming…. thought Dejen as he asked. “You sure on that?” he couldn’t help but look to the pack and asked. “Do you just...want to make it a trade? Because this is...this is...really, really….hard for your pal.” trying to put it politely as he could.

“No, no, I got it this time.” Insisted the dog, picking up his cards, while his pack shook their heads. “I think I get it. This is kin’a fun.” Holding his cards in his hands in a utter mess.

“No I’m serious,” said Dejen to the pack. “I’m willing to give you lot 15 gold shekels to stop him and give me the slave. I don’t know how long I can take this.” (done)

The pack… seemed to really debate it. It was one dog that told, “Give rest.” Rubbing his face, “Pack expecting. Beta will be piss if I late home.” Making Dejen pause and look to the dog… then his opponent, his mind connecting… he wasn’t facing the alpha.

“You mean….all this time….I was facing….the idiot.” slowly said Dejen as he tried not to twitch a eye. He really did.

“No idiot.” Told the pack leader. “Illiterate.” Then told, “take salve, can get other.” The dog began to complain, but the pack leader insisted. “15 gold shekel. Fifteen time we pay. You buy three other’s, now put cards down.” Making the dog wine and do so.

Talking his cards, Dejen soon took out a small bag and after taking the 15 gold shekels, did he toss the pay to the pack. “There.” then got up and told. “Now how about I get going and we can all call it a day?”

The alpha snorttd and nod before telling the herno, “Gambler new Master, you obey him. No me.” And pointed.

The younger Najat looked to hm, and while she held a face of indifference, Dejen could see the fear. Her ears were pinned back, her hands balled up and shook, her tail flicked in anxiety… she was so afraid for herself right there and then. The pack left without much of a word, the Alpha berating his pack-brother for taking so long.

Ash moved up by Najat, taking most of her cloak off to cover the herno. A action that surprised her. With a look, Ash told, “let’s get her back. You’ll have to tell her to move.”

Letting a breath out, Dejen told to the younger Najat. “Follow us close.” turning he couldn’t help but rub his forehead. Sooner we get her on the ship and that collar off? Soon we can get to Maltar. I just want this shit to be over with. already moving with Debt close. The gnoll glance to both Hernos as Najat began to follow, and Ash moving with the girl. It was odd to see Najat so young compare to the other one.

He did however asked. “Should we be worried when we enter in the ship?”

“Just leave it to me, big-guy.” Told Ash simply, head tilting to the side and her now showing frizzy hair seeming to bob to the side. “I got it covered.” The looked to Dejen… and teased, “so… a real challenging opponent in poker, huh?”

“I swear to Lady Luck, I will punch you in the face, Ash.” snorted Dejen. “I am not in the mood for this!” however they all heard a sharp breath from the young Najat, as Dejen glance and thought. Oh...thats...new. seeing shock on her expression as he figure if this was going to happen now, it will happen on the ship. “Let's move faster.” wanting to get on the ship and let Ash handle this can of worms.

Najat didn’t seem able to stop, only go. And while they got through the crowds and got on the ship, they moved through the large cargo area before stopping. Ash placing a hand on the collar that… seemed to short out with some odd purple shock and falling to bits.

The younger Najat spun, moving back fast and-- tripping. She tripped and fell on her butt and backed from Ash, head shaking. Even as Ash stood in place, the young herno spoke, “y-you’re dead… you’re can’t, you’re exiled, Demon Touched!” Finger pointing to Ash. “You can’t be Ashina!” Though fell silent in confused horror when Ash removed her mask.

While the young Najat sat in stunned silence, Ash walked up, not bogging away even as the young heiress flinched away, hand up and looking fearful. But as Ash kneeled down, she said, “Naj, it’s alright.” Watching the young herno shake her head. “I’m here. Like I said I’d be. I’m always here.”

“You’re dead… to the clan…” Little Najat defied. “Father…”

“You’re dad’s a stiff, that’s what he is.” Ash told with a nod. Making Najat look at Ash like… she should be shocked but seemed… like she was actually seeing her friend. Ash peeked a eye open and grinned, “come on… you know I’m right-- oof! Whoa there!” Chuckled Ash, feeling the young heiress clinging to her. “Still sensitive, huh?” Chuckling away as she hugged the obviously scared and confused heiress.

Clearing his throat, Dejen caught their attention as he asked. “You got it from here, Ash?”

Waving a hand over her shoulder, ASh told, “yup, you go do you. I’ll be here talking to little Najat before heading to my room for the real doozy.”

“Just make sure to keep any paradoxes to a minimum. This is new territory for all of us. We’re going to stop by a place I know real quick, get supplies before we head out.” then motioned Debt to turn as Dejen added. “Oh and you’re welcome Ash and Najat.” already heading off to the bridge to give the orders.

While he and Debt headed out, part of Dejen couldn’t help but roll the thoughts of what he head over. Not just seeing a more… vulnerable Najat, but also hearing what was said. Ashina… dead… exiled…. Well, possibly ‘dead’ to the clan. Exiled only told that Ash… or Ashina, was completely cast out. And of course… Demon Touched.

Again with Demon Touched. It was apparently, a huge deal. Ash was cast out for it. Well, not cast out. As he recalled from some explanations, the only Exiles of Herno there are, are the ones that escaped Seppuku or some death sentence for the wrongs they did. Apparently… Ash was one of those Herno’s.

But in this case, this world Ash probably didn’t escape or wasn’t invulnerable to the whole demon touch thing. Odds are she’s brain dead. mused Dejen as while he doubt it...it seem to be the major case for everyone else. He hum a bit as part of hihm wonder if he would drop off the young Najat to her village? Granted it was the right thing to do…

But he can’t make too many stops. He had 3 months left. He need to get that heart before times up. The only problem was getting to Maltar at all.

Eh, they’ll probably understand. After all, Ash did agree to this. I helped get her friend and she helps me. I did my end, now it’s time for hers. although another part of him was annoyed. Mostly of 15 gold shekels were gone for good. But on the other hand, he figure he can make up for it when take all of Maltar stuff.

But another thing made him wonder...would this also shock Ash’s own Najat? Part of him couldn’t help but chuckle, as it would be funny to see the ‘ice-queen’ to show a expression for once.

As of now… they were all on standby. Trying to figure out their next move while going back to the holds. They weren't in a rush, not this time. Dejen was going about it easy because… well, he can't attack Maltar headon. Not like all those other times with his other foes, the guy had a fort. And Dejen? He had no info.

So… it was the waiting game and a return trip to the town. Maybe a trip to Taka to see if he could find Najat’s clan and send the girl back. The Teen in question was… well, a slight mess. Ash was by her side near all times-- or at least Najat. The other, Najat. Comparing the two side by side… it was odd. But the older version took strides in… trying to settle her younger self, reinstate some nobility in her.

It was a hard process. He had once even overheard one of their conversations because the door was faulty and didn’t close right. Letting him hear how humiliated, how scared and worried the young Najat was… then hearing the older one tell how she was just as shamed, just as humiliated, and even further restricted, trapped and contained into her own mind and unable to call for help while becoming some… yes-sir doll to a ‘madman’.

Dejen figure it was this ‘Phob’ that Ash mention. He partially wonder how the guy was still alive after all of that. In either case, Dejen doubt he or his Clan would encounter the young Najat again. He figure as soon as they come to Humilit, talk to Taka and get Najat home? Then that was that and they can all move on.

On the other hand, he could deliver the girl himself...but he figure it was both better and maybe safer for the girl mind if it was another Herno. Dejen did admitally still look like a diamond dog. Even if he was a damned Striped!

Stopping by a doorway, Dejen let out a sigh and rubbed his face. What was he going to do? Maltar was in reach, but he couldn’t touch the guy. The young Heiress was here and he could get some favor from a Herno Clan, but it was probably better to let Taka handle it. And then there was the fact that some of the ship was still eyeing Ash like she was some demon in disguise, and even be a little on edge with poor clueless Hirue.

How was this his life again? Oh right, the Twins… no, not the Twins… it all started with that single mystic Lioness he allowed onboard. Or maybe it was Felix for showing him to the place to let the Lioness on?

But on the other hand...maybe it was for best. thought Dejen as he lean on the doorway, rubbing his forehead a bit in thought. I mean I was...aimless. Wandering in hopes to get something, anything back then. And now I...I got a big ship, I got a Clan of sorts...I got two girls who love me dearly with kids on the way even though they are hoping for a third --which is odd, but it's a pony thing-- and some of the crew are loyal to me...Or rather Debt is.

Everyone else is following me because of Mercy, necessity, or because I rope them in to joining me.

He sighed and just… tried to think. Ponder. Figure things out. It could of gone better… if he wasn’t listening to some noise. Grunts, clanks… opening his eyes, he realized he was near the training hall. Huffing, he got off the wall and moved to look to see who was in the ring and what was going on.

Coming around the corner, he got himself propped up and looked up. A few of Galdan’s troops were around, and so were a few changelings. But what got his focus was Debt in the ring… with Ash. and Ash… actually holding out. This got his interest, even more that Debt had his training weapon out-- the sort of weapon that was nearly heavy even for some minotaurs.

And Ash was using a training staff to parry, block and even get a few good whacks. This was only so surprising, because in all his years, only a few people could get hits on Debt. much less handel him. Those few being Tatsu, the Twins, some magical-BS Debt couldn’t counter-- or in some cases, flyers that got out of reach. But Ash? Seeing her dodge, block and dance about the tough gnoll bodyguard?

She must be using a combination of Herno and Kitsune teaching. Because I’ve seen Tatsu moved around Debt like that. thought Dejen, although not near as playful though as it seem Ash was messing around the gnoll. Debt himself kept his focus on, even if he wasn’t fully hitting Ash, he was able to keep himself moving with his arms. Although Dejen chuckle as Ash was tapping at Debt and giving out ‘boop’ sounds with the staff.

Even lightly whacking the back of his head with a boop.

Debt snort as he turn halfway, moving to keep in the rythm as Dejen thought. Looks like Debt would either enjoy sparing with Ash, or would ‘insist’ she train with him constantly for him to improve his fighting if he fights Hernos.

With a final sweep meant to take Ash down, Debt found the Herno lean back and let it swipe, then seem to spin on the ground. One foot hitting his leg and forcing him to kneel, then a fast poke to his head, making him lose balance and hit the floor. Ash Spiun her staff and said, “not bad Debt, you’re not half bad.” Then leaned on her staff to suggest, “but…. A bit of advice? Don’t overextend your reach like that. You get waaaay off balance doing stunts like that.”

“I’ll be sure to apply that in the next spar.” told Debt, getting up as he let the training staff lean on his side as he continued. “Good for me to learn. Know how to fight Hernos better.”

Waving a hand, Ash told, “oh no, that’s not Herno.” Then smirked, “Opnehu.” Getting both surprise, and confusion.

Annnnnnnd apparently she learn from the mystic monks. And if they taught her on fighting? Then there's no other way to deny it, she’s all cleared if those guys let her learn their fighting style.

Debt look to Ash as he remark. “Didn’t knew Ophenu had fighting style.”

Chuckling, Ash told, “tons. You’d be surprised what they know.” Then told, “if you thought that was something? You should visit a temple and ask for a spar. Man oh man, do those monk’s know how to apply bruises and bumps as much as they do enlightenment and wisdom!”

Snorting, Debt told in minor amusement. “Might, always temple at Humilit.” He turn to grab a towel to remove what sweat he could, but noticed Dejen in his place as he gave a brief nod to the Striped. Dejen grin and wave a hand. The gnoll put the towel away as he asked to Ash. “five minute break?”

She thought and nod, “sure. Unless someone else want’s a go…” Then glanced and grinned, “what about you Dejen? Wanna go? I’ll go easy!”

Snorting, Dejen joked as he got off his spot. “If I say no, my enforcer would get moody I didn’t know how to spar with a stick.” seeing Debt grabbing a sparring stick to toss to Dejen as the striped admit. “Although don’t expect much on me. CQC was never my forte.”

“Funny.” Ash said while getting into a very lazy stance. “Phob’s said something like that to me when I spared with him for the first time.”

“You know, there’s a lot of similarities you seem to mention about me and him.” said Dejen as he began with a light stab of the staff as she dodged. “Maybe its a Striped thing, since you know...we don’t fight head on.” then added in a joking tone. “Although I think that's where the similarities end for the both of us.”

As a light swipe came in, Ash dodged again, seeming to take little effort on her part. “Yeah… and after thinking about it, maybe when we spar, you should use something else.” Slipping the staff from her arms to a hand to lean on it-- and shockingly to him, stop his next swipe he went extra strong with. She lazed in place and told, “I’ve noticed that you strip’s can’t seem to hold a staff right. I think you’re just not balancing yourselves right.”

While he took back the staff and Ash stood up more properly, she seemed to regard him. “You know, I hav’ta ask.” Patting her side. “What was that thing you keep carrying around? It’s not a crossbow, but I recall you holding it like one. It’s got me curious.”

Snorting, he said. “What you mean Lucky Hand? Well it’s obvious its my ‘honor weapon’.” rolling his eyes as he went on. “But in terms of what it is...you know what a flintlock is, right?”

Thinking and humming, Dejen for sure felt he had a opening when her head turned away, yet as he stabbed, she shifted her weight and leaned back in thought-- dodging again. Now, he was sure she was just messing with him. She had to be. “It’s those gun-powered things the Minotaur’s use, right? Lead balls firing out and a fuse to light up the powder?”

Nodding, Dejen said as he got back in stance. “Yeah, but Lucky Hand? It’s a superior version, or rather a...upgraded version of them. It’s one of a kind in all honesty, nothing else can replicated it easily since it’s ahead of its time.”

“Really?” Asked Ash with clear interest. “Why don’t you train with it then?”

Snorting, Dejen said with a grin. “Who said I don’t? I made my own training course with it in mind.”

Debt look surprise as he asked. “You made a training course?”

Stopping his stance, Dejen told. “Of course I did, I mean, I might as well practice my ‘gun-fu’ you know.”

Standing up straight, Ash asked, “mind if I see?” Getting looks from all. “I’m curious. Mostly because if you have a one-of-a-kind weapon, and you’re trying to make a effective fighting style? Why not I give a few thoughts after I see how you go about it?”

Thinking, Dejen nod a bit as he said. “Give me a moment to change up.” turning to put the staff away as he went on. “Its in the lower levels.” then suddenly spinning with the staff swinging as to get a quick opening. But Ash ducking her head with eeys closed. Dejen chuckled as he joked. “Can’t blame me, can you?”

Eye peeking open, Ash told, “I had a monkey whack my head with a stick once every ten minutes for a whole day. I’ve gotten good at noticing incoming sticks aiming for my head.”

Chuckling, he move the staff to the side as he heard someone asking. “Where are you off to?” Dejen glance to see one of the former hunters as Dejen answer.

“A special place.” not answering as he headed out of the room and it made a few curious on what was going on. Even a few decided to follow both Debt and Ash to where they were going.

When Debt, Ash, and a few other's came down to the lower levels did they saw a room full of building shapes. Or rather boards, crates, and a few other things to make it seem like it was some urban area. A few areas seem open space, but it was overall makeshift and crude for a training room. They didn’t expect the room to be makeshift, or nearly basic. Debt however examined it as he remarked. “This look similar to Arabian.” getting looks as he told on. “The design of the ‘buildings’ remind me of Arabian.”

A few glance over and noticed it did seem familiar to arabian works, or at least from what they could tell. They didn’t knew when this room was made or how, but they noticed a few things.Like a zig-zag line of yellow and black right they were that said ‘do not cross’, a chair and table, and a timer of sorts. Another thing was noticed was sticks and targets on the ground, they didn’t knew why they weren’t set up, but they could only assume Dejen didn’t had time. There was some sort of contraption of sorts against a wall, seeming to be used for something.

A door open as they all turn to see Dejen walking in, the Striped wearing his modify armor and exo-suit underneath it. On his belt was Lucky Hand, and a few pouches as the Striped told in amusement. “Getting a good look? Its not much in training areas…” then glance over as he told. “But it works for the time being.”

Coming up to a ‘starting point’ as there was a sign that said start as he told. “Just stay in that area guys.” Taking out Lucky Hand as he went on. “Debt start the timer when I say ‘activate’.” the Gnoll glance to see the timer already set up with a time limit, but didn’t question yet as he move by and place a hand ready to press the button.

Dejen let out a breath as he look to the makeshift environment of Arabia, doing his best to make it all natural, or at least as much as he could in a ship as he soon spoke. “Activate.”

A monotone beep came as Debt press the timer, everyone watch as Dejen burst forward into the area. Targets springing up from window’s, or around walls or from the ground. Dejen fired into the circluar bull-eye targets, each one going down with a monotone ‘bing’ echo in the room. The Striped quickly reload after his sixth shot, spinning around as he aim hip-fire to a close target as his mind was visualizing every target as a enemy.

Imagining himself in the cities of arabia, where every threat was presented and where you can’t let your guard down even once. Moving his gun with his eyesight, the Striped fired every round, reloading every shot and moving as fast as he could with every step he took. The sounds of ‘bing’ kept echoing as Dejen kept moving as the Striped seem focused in his area than of the onlooking crowd that watch Dejen firing nearly spot on the targets.

A few didn’t reach the bull-eyes in the center, but nearly hitting the mark as a few noticed some of the targets had small dents. They also noticed how adgili the Striped was, as while he was not as fast as a Ophenu or a Herno-- or even a Kitsune in their own speeds and dexterity? He made up for it with his hands and eyes moving and firing into each target, even more with his body moving back and forth as his lower paws seem to stay before moving for him to reach a target in a different direction.

A few glance down to the timer, seeing it was counting downward from 5 minutes and was moving downwards with each seconds. When it hit it’s two minute mark, Dejen was in the middle of the ‘open area’. Targets sprang up as Dejen began firing Lucky Hand, firing from the hip as he reloaded after every sixth round being used.

His eyes focus all around him as his hands automatically reloaded and pop the rounds in as he went back firing till the last target fall. Dejen turn and shouted. “Time!” Looking a bit sweaty as Debt responded.

“1 minute and 30 seconds.”

Dejen snort a bit as he muttered. “Damn, and I was hoping I can make it to two.” then check the rounds and reloaded what he needed as with a click of the revolver being full did he holster the weapon. The Striped check his back pouch as he muttered to himself. “Used up 46 rounds…” then check his side bag. “And still got about 24…” letting out a breath, Dejen began moving to the other's as look to Ash and asked with a low grin.

“So how did I do? I know I can’t be as agile or fast as you Hernos or Kitsunes, but I think I’m somewhat decent enough with my gun.”

Humming, Ash said, “it was something…” Really pondering it in her head, “but… they don’t hit back.” Making a observation that got a few looks of the obvious remark, or a bit of confusion from some. Still, Ash went on. “This is great for practicing aim, I can say that. But you got so much aim and shoot going on, you don't get to practice one of the most important aspects.” Finger up and telling in a almost wise manner. “Dodging.”

Giving a hum, Dejen admit. “That might be a weakness.” motioning at the course. “I only made this course to keep up with my aim and accuracy when I’m on the move, it’s nothing real but...enemies won’t stand still.” then heard someone ask.

“Why not use your weapon in the sparing room? Or use one of those prototypes of yours?”

Dejen rolled his eyes as he told. “Well if I did that, I need to make rubber rounds.” moving to the contraption to take out the shells and started organizing as he went on. “And while I could use the prototypes? That what they are, prototypes compare to the actual weapon.” Making sure to keep things in order as he went on. “Plus, I rather use Lucky instead of the prototypes, since it will be the only weapon I will be using-- well beside my crossbow and railway rifle.”

Then finished as he turn to the others . “plus I would need volunteers to help me train in dodging with Lucky.”

“Oh, the target’s aren't the one’s I’m talking about.” Ash spoke up, “I’m talking about you.” Pointing to Dejen. “The target’s don't shoot or attack back. So you never dodge. And since you’re so focused on aiming, it’s trainin’ you to shoot more and dodge less.”

She moved, going around the line to walk up to him. Moving around to his side, she pointed, “see, from here…. To them?” Pointing from their spot to the group. “You’re fine. That flintlock you got can hit them. But… from here?” Pointing at the ground where she was at. “You’re vulnerable.”

Debt thought and agreed. “She's right. You had trouble in the pirate den and was grabbed more than once by the gnolls. You’re not being accoustem to fighting close and would get jumped faster. I suggest you either update the targets to attack, or have volunteers to act as ‘enemies’ in this training course.”

Ash went on, leaning on his shoulder all buddy like. “The weapon’s cool and all, but you need more defenses when things get too close. Once they know that can kill them in a shot? They’ll make sure to either try filling you with arrows? Or, try getting close to stab you while keeping that shooting-hand aimed away.”

Thinking a bit, Dejen admit as he glance to his arms. “I can probably try to use my blades to stab them close...but it won’t always help.” thinking a bit as Debt suggested.

“You should carry throwing knives. Or at least a set of knives to fight up close, or to stab someone, or to toss in quickness.”

“Needs time to aim and throw.” Ash pointed out while moving back to ask, “blades?”

Dejen chuckle as he raise his left arm as he flick the wrist, producing his hidden blade. It caught nearly everyone off guard, even Debt as he rarely seen this weapon being used.

Curiously leaning in, Ash said, “you know what you need?” Leaning back away to tell, “you need to learn grappling and simple evasion. That’s what you need to learn.”

Putting the blade away, Dejen said. “Well, it wouldn’t hurt to try, but I’m going to need someone teach me on that area.” he noticed Ash smiles all too brightly as he couldn’t help but remark drly. “It's you….isn’t it?”

“Which do you prefer?” Began Ash, “Me, the assassin doctor, or the assassin warrioress?” Then shrugged, “take your pick.”

Thinking for a brief moment, Dejen admit. “I rather have Tatsu train me than Susumu or you. I feel like if I train with you, I’ll snap more often.”

Shaking her head, Ash told, “you don’t know how to take a joke, Dejen. You’re just too wound up.”

Snorting, Dejen told in amusement. “I’m the Clan-head of a Clan, I sometimes need to be wound up.” then added internally. Plus I’m on a time limit, so there’s that. he did however amend. “But I can probably switch learning with all three of you, or at least whenever you guys have time to train me to dodge better.”

Patting his back, Ash told, “now that’s the spirit!” Then added to him, “but really, unwind. Worrying about what’s going to happen isn’t going to do anything but make you go nuts. You got, what, three months?” Standing straight and shrugging. “I think you’re just making it worse on yourself worrying.” Walking on by. “I think I’m going to visit with Najat and Imoto-Chan.”

Snorting, Dejen however figure to ask. “Which remind me, should I have someone escort ‘Imoto-Chan’ to her village? I know a Herno Clan that could help with that when we reach to Humilit.”

Quickly spinning around to point the staff his way, Ash told, “oh no buster, Imoto’s stain’ right here for now.” Then winked, “and only I and Najat can call her Imoto. You can call her Heiress or somthin’. K?”

“Screw that, I’m calling her Naj.” told Dejen.

“Okay.” Ash shrugged indifferently, making the group cast looks. “I’ll be sure to let her know you don’t seem to care about her position.”

While part of him didn’t care...another part reminded that he was trying to get more influence as he let out a snort and said. “Alright, alright, I’ll call her Heiress-- only because it’s respectful.” then rolled his eyes as he told to the group with a hand motioned. “Now go on and get back to the training room.” going on to add to Debt. “You too.” Turning to start making more ammo and recycling the spent rounds as he thought in annoyance.

Damned cat. Only reason I have to call her ‘Heiress’ is because I want to get a good impression with her Clan…. then pause in thought as he wonder on why the younger Najat was staying here. In all honesty he would’ve thought she would want to be home…Why would Ash want her to stay around? Unless she wants to keep her safe, but… hearing footsteps moving as the everyone seem to leave as he thought.

Hernos. I can never understand them half the time. Even more Ash...hrm, maybe I should visit some of the group for a card game...or relax with Windy and Mercy. It’s been a while since we all just cuddle in our room and relax. thought over Dejen as he mused on what he could do to relax, even though part of his mind was trying to figure out on what Ash motives were to have the young Heiress around in his ship.

In all honesty he didn’t had a single clue.

After some time to relax and think, Dejen figure it was time to find those renegades among the bounties, those ‘Devastation group’ with the interceptor ship. He figure to look up into them and see where they might be heading, or last located as to see if he could bag them. Granted he knew it would be difficult, as they were dangerous, and he didn’t want to be caught unprepared. Sadly…

How could he fight this group, if they were always on the move?

Going over what rumors he knows and even maps, Dejen found that it was a very hard-pressed sort of situation. Even as they went between Holds, getting some minor bounties and also hearing new details, it seemed like the Devastation group was always on the move and searching for their next victims.

Eventually, they had to land and rest for a moment. Mostly to help resupply a few things for the ship. With Debt by his side, Dejen worked over what to do and how to go about tracking these people. But it was like he was trying to track a very slippery snake, constantly going and taking paths he didn’t know how to follow.

If only he had some sort of lead, a hint or… something!

“Dejen, is that you old friend?” Stopping, the stripe turned and glanced to find a near welcoming sight. One that smiled back. “Back in the holds again I see.” Razul spoke with a chuckle, “and yet again, you come while I am trading off some of the finest goods.” Shaking his head and causing his large mane to jiggle. “Luck follows you every which way, doesn't it?”

Grinnng wide, Dejen call out. “Razul!” throwing his arms up as he move up closer as he said. “That it does, be it Lady Luck or Devil Luck, it always follow me.” then asked. “How are you, did business improved for you in Arabia.” then added. “Oh, are you finally heading up to Humilit after all this time?”

With a firm nod, Razul told, “that I am. You would not believe the hassles I had to go through to even head it’s way.” Then rolled his eyes, “but with you here and with all the buyer’s here, I’m worried my stock’s going to get a little low and I won’t have anything to sell once I reach the town!”

“Well, tell you what, I’ll just get miminual things,” then took out his coin bag as he grin. “And pay for information, after all you merchants are full of the stuff while traveling around.”

Chuckling, Razul admitted, “it is our most widest and most common stock.” Then asked, “the usual stock of food for the ship, Dejen? I have some exotic foods this time around. I haggled a good trade off of this odd crew I passed by on my way here.”

“Crew huh? Sure, mind filling me in on what they were?”

Moving to a crate and using those fangs to bite on a rope and move it over by Dejen, Razul told while opening it. “They were odd in the sense that they wore ratty clothes. They also seemed a bit shady in my opinion, but their ship was in horrible disrepair.”

When he opened the crate, Dejen recognized the fruite. It was the same sort Ash had been munching on during her ‘miraculous’ escape alive, and according to her, was the exotic fruit from the island Maltar hid. But, Razul continued on. “They were desperate for gold, and I couldn’t blame them. I traded off a fair bit of spare supplies, a few medical things for the crew and some gold. It was a scam of a steal, I tell you.”

“Well, look like you made a bargain with Skull Crushers, Razul.” told Dejen as he glance to the lion as he saw the realization set on Razul face as he spoke the word pirates in shock. Dejen nodded. “Yep, pirates. And you can say I may or may not had a hand in their ship being in poor conditions, my guess is they manage to flee and try to sell food after the...amount of trouble happened.”

Shaking his head, Razul said, “it sounds like you’ve kept yourself busy.” Then pushed the lid back down. “In either case, this is a rare stock. Pretty rare assortment of fruit here, I’ve only heard of them being picked off hard to find remote islands only located on the mere fringes of the Hold’s oceans. They are something.”

“To be honest I thought those people were tradesmen that got hit by that renegade group of mercenaries.” Scoffed the lion. “I was told they like to patrol the skies. They could be wild stories, but one can never be too sure.”

“Oh they are not wild stories.” affirmed Dejen. “They’re called Devastation, they use a interceptor ship to fly around and cause trouble. I’m currently after them myself.” then shrug. “But its hard to find them when they keep moving all the time.”

Making a face to that, Razul said, “well I can’t honestly believe they’ve been this hard to track for so long.” Going back to get more crates of food. “If they have a interceptor, then they will be going through large amounts of fuel. Fast as those ships are, they can burn through it like a dragon finding a gourmet meal.”

Letting a breath out, Dejen agreed. “They have to have a base of operations to refuel. Or at least go somewhere to get that fuel. I doubt they can fly forever with a ship like that.” placing a hand under his chin as he went on. “Only problem is where, since the Holds is more difficult to move around, or hard to track with so many hiding places.”

Placing another crate down, Razul told, “well, if their biggest concern is fuel, and if they have a moderately efficient ship? I would say they need to refuel every week on the dot.” Going on to ramble in thought. “And that is a lot of fuel. They’re either getting it from a city that has large amounts, or maybe are stealing it from ships that have large tubs of it.” But chuckled to himself, “but that is too risky, they’d be better off going to a city that has so much fuel, that you get it cheap!” Continuing his work and checking the stocks.

While Dejen thought on that.

Hrm, Iron Hold is a more industrial place, but if there was a city with loads of fuel to get cheap? It would be a big business. And if they got a fast ship, it would cover ground and get back to it before they run out...the problem is which city? Which would have a big income of cheap gas? There’s not a lot of cities with a market like that… thinking more on it as he soon raise his walky and spoke. “Rah-Rah, do you know a city in the Iron Holds that usually sell fuel for cheap?”

With a buzz, Rah-Rah said, “well… yeah. It’s far east of here.” Which made him hum and wait for more. “The city’s called Fulaum. Apparently it’s sitting on a large deposit of liquid gold that fuels ships. Hasn’t run dry in years. But, it’s a near hotspot for airships. Especially traders that are out of area-- mostly because gold isn’t common in the eastern parts of the Hold, mostly just silver and copper. And since there’s so much? You can get it for cheap, even more since they don’t really have much gold their way.”

A wide grin on his face, Dejen said. “Thanks Rah-Rah.” ending the call as he look to Razul and said. “And thank you Razul, you certainly been a great aid.” moving to give a small bag of coins, mostly for the payment of food. “And as a good business partner? Let me help you whenever you go around Arabia.” placing the bag into the lion paw, Dejen told. “If anyone is giving you trouble, pirates, slavers, or even merchants in Arabia?”

Giving a wide grin he said. “Just tell them...you’re under the protection of Death’s Gambler. That should give them a good warning.”

Looking to the bag, Razul chuckled, “you’re much too generous to this humble merchant, Dejen.”

“You call it generous, I call it...looking out for a very, very good business partner. And I rather prefer to have you than all the merchants and traders in Arabia roaming around. Good partners are a rarity in my lands.”

“You honor me.” Razul told while putting the coin bag away. “But, I can accept it. I don’t get as many common visits from certain customers. Having your approval of my wares does my business good!” Then asked, “should I leave these to the side and await your crew to pick it up, as per-usual?”

“Of course.” told Dejen with a grin, as he motioned to Debt to make the call, while the gnoll did so, Dejen said while moving his hand away. “But I was serious on that protection. The name may not bring much as it did back then….but I still have strings to pull in Arabia. And if anyone is smart enough? They know not to get onto my bad side if they mess with you.”

Nodding, Razul told, “I’ll be sure to use it when a large thieving gang tries to intimidate me.”

Chuckling Dejen said. “May you have good prosperity in your business, Razul.” turning to began walking back to his ship, his mind starting to think on the fact that now he had a lead. He could head to Fulaum and began tracking Devastation. Or even better, track after them to their little base and take them all down.

But he knew that he had to be patient.

Why ruined the surprise to his enemies he know where they’re hiding?