The next day.
Road within Halfling Forest toward Amazarak.
Gorak and his party members rode their horses in annoyed silence, the events of the previous night still burning in their minds. The loss of the silver armor guy, the humiliation in the tavern, and the failed attempt to track him down left them all in a foul mood.
Gorak gritted his teeth and hissed under his breath. "Shit! I really want to kill that guy. No one humiliates me like that and gets away with it. When I find him, I'll crush his skull with my bare hands."
Valcrea moved her horse closer to Gorak's, her expression twisted with rage. "I also want to cut his head off and mount it on a pike as a warning to anyone who dares to humiliate us."
Zume rode beside him, her hand glowing faintly as she fought the urge to summon her scythe. "I want to cut open his body, tear off that helmet, and see his ugly face before I end him. I'll make sure he suffers before he dies."
