Onward and Up [Closed]

[Mobius Corynthos]

High noon, typically the hottest part of the day. Reminding himself of that and the fact that he was in the middle of a desert, Melias sought the shade provided by the cloth awnings next to the docks. He'd only returned a short while ago from a jaunt down the river with some of the local guides for crocodile hunting. Needless to say, for an experienced nomad and survivor of the wilds, the risk of getting injured was only slightly lower than usual. However, this young man never believed in doing things half-assed. The nomad had gone full monty on the bid and jumped from the boat not only once, but three times, to descend upon the gators that had been caught in the traps he set along the river banks.

At first the guides were shocked, but by the third time, they'd learned that the person who'd hired them was no amateur when it came to fighting his prey in close quarters. In fact, the foreigner had killed all three of his catches with a utility knife that he'd brought with him. One swift and precise stab after gaining almost complete control of the gator's body put them down with ruthless efficiency and the animal didn't have to suffer either. Respect for the hunt and respect for the prey. One of the many things that his adoptive father had taught and beat into the man's skull.

Melias had sold the gators to the fishermen for a fair price, more than enough to get him passage to his next destination. After that the young foreigner wandered the market, perusing the wares that this desert nation offered and some of the shiny trinkets caught his attention, but upon closer inspection, weren't likely to have any real value to him or any use in the wilds. Nevertheless, his steady gait took him though the market and lead him back to the main road that seemed to span the entire length of the city. It was the road that he'd arrived on, and soon, to be the one that he set back down toward his next destination.

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