Akallas von Aerok watched as the peaks of the southern Kilanthro Mountain Range below him moved behind him. He then took his eyes off them and looked forward.
The past half-a-day's worth of journey had been quiet. Nothing drastic or bad happened aboard so far.
However, he was still curious about one of his raiders.
The one with the blood-stained green cloak.
Her effect on people that he could not experience. Something he knew he could put to pretty good use, especially against elite soldiers like mordecai.
He dismissed those thoughts. For now, he would focus on the raid.
Right now, it was dusk. He and his raiders were just below the clouds, not that there were many today, and he could almost see his first target in sight.