Chapter 4
" This is not what we agreed on!" said Borzan, very angry and frustrated.
He was in a dark forest that he did not know of what it was called. But, he knew it was close to the place he was seen. Not that he cared, he could kill the entire police force with one blow. Never the less, stealth was his greatest strength right now. Especially when someone might understand things he shouldn't.
" That is the next task," said Rogan, " the plan has been changed under the circumstances."
He had a very gaunt face pale and old with draping long, mangled jet-black hair and dark blue piercing eyes. He wore a black billowing trench coat that was very raggedy, with black boots and leather pants home-made as was a custom in his clan.
For such a bad situation he sure is docile about this, thought Borzan to himself, what is he got on his mind?
" What is going on, Rogan?" asked Borzan suspiciously, "What has happened for this delicate plan to change so quickly?"
" The war is upon us my friend," he answered with a sense of finality in his voice and then he was gone in a swirl of black smoke.