Bright and warm, the day was a particularly pleasant one with not but a cloud to cast its gloomy shadow on the world or drown it in its melancholy tears. Butterflies fluttered lazlily about, dancing from the vibrant petal of one flower to the next and allowing their path to be directed by the cool but gentle breeze that whispered softly through the grasses. A herd of deer crossed the fields to stop for a drink at the river, blissfully unaware of the wild dogs that stalked their movements from the thick, tall patches of foliage.
Today was a perfect day for travel and Sekeoloah'zhin took advantage of it. He traveled down the paved road that ran along the river and cut through the fields, his little steps quite hurried. The kobold was constantly twisting his skinny little neck around to peer back fearfully over his shoulder as if he expected that someone were following him but few people were on this section of the road today and none of the travelers appeared to be the sort that would give another any trouble.
Despite this , Sekeolath'zhin was on edge. Ever since that day...
Once again, he was in trouble. He knew this and he had no one to count on but himself. He'd run from his old employer and his cohorts. He knew that no bandit would stick their neck out for the likes of him even though he had helped make them so very rich...
Perhaps the big happy man would have , but he was the only friend he'd ever had among the Southroad but he didn't want to get Wulfgar in trouble because he would have been very sad to lose him. Perhaps even more sad than that time he'd lost his favorite silver goblet that he liked to drink from....
His wandering mind distracted him from paying attention to where he was going and bumped into someone who was purposefully standing in the middle of the road, blocking his path. Sekeolath'zhin staggered back and nearly lost his balance. He let out a startled hiss and looked up into a dark and unfriendly face.
The man that loomed over him was built powerfully, clad in dark leather armor and armed with a wicked curved sword, " Good day, little one. " The man said in a cheerful tone that almost belied the cruel intent in his dark gaze, " Bashir sends you his regards, " not missing a beat the man brought the tip of his blade dangerously close to the kobold's nose, "he also requests that you give back to him what you stole. "
Sekolath'zhin gulped and stared at the blade with beady, crossed eyes. "I-I-I have n-no idea what you're ta-talking about. Hehe." He laughed nervously at his lie and his crafty mind raced, thinking of all possible manners of escape. At the moment , however, there seemed to be none.
"Don't play me a fool, lizard," the man growled, "give me the ring or I'll run you through and search your corpse."
Sekeolath'zhin fell on his knees and sobbed pathetically, " Pleassse. I don't have it anymore! I sssswear-"
A boot crashed into his muzzle, knocking him onto his back. The human stood over him, preparing to bring his wicked blade down on Sekeo's scaly throat, " Where is it?"
"I-I don't know!" Sekeolath'zhin sobbed. He was being honest this time but the man scowled, clearly not convinced.
"Are you sure about that?" He stepped on the kobold's small chest , pinning the creature to the earth with his weight.
"YESSS! I am ssssure. I wassss in a hurry. I dropped it maybe. Pleasssse don't kill me! I will give you many of my ssssshinniesss. Pleasssee, pleasssse."
The man spat on him, " What a shame.Then you are are of no use to me. " He raised the blade over his head then brought it screaming down towards his throat.
ooc: Sorry if this wasn't quite what we'd discussed , but I am horrible with intros sometimes and this was what popped up in my head. Rather than forcing you to wait even longer, I just went with what I had! Hope it's alright.