Setting *a small fire provides the only - albeit miniscule - view of a massive canyon. A huge mountain with a rift in it, and in between this 7,000 plus meter high mountain is the site of the Bolgrads self-made camp.*
Bolgrad sits awake stoking the fire clearly deep in thought. He hears the rumble of rocks in the far distance; he peers back at his son, grips his sword, and proceeds into the darkness. His sword is a two and a half-foot blade he made himself; it is straight except a slight curve at the tip. The handle is very improvised with a full tang the only grip is some wrapped cloth around the dull granite (a very strong metal). As he moves towards the noise he feels a cool breeze, and begins going through several possible scenarios; the worst possible being the Azak rebels have found him. He bends down leaning on one knee; being a hunter he picks up on a very slight yet noticeable smell of hairmish flies, which he knows are often parsitically feeding on whatever blood may be on the frainbreed - [a dog like creature standing about five feet tall, usually the color of the environment it finds itself it, with fur on its body except around its neck where what looks like fur is actually hardened bone, unlike a dog this creature has intensely sharp talons that are used to pierce rock for climbing, this creatrue is also a pack animal] - he also well knows it takes an expert hunter to take down a single frainbreed let alone one and its pack.
He calmly backs towards his encampment once he reaches the log he sat upon he reaches behind it for a rolled up tarp of sorts unveils it, and covers him and his son in said hide, while holding his hand over his sons mouth. Bolgrad whispers into his sons ear; "stay very quiet son," about fifteen minutes goes by. Then he hears the unmistakable sound of frainbreed claws on the rocks below their feet, by his count there are at least seven. Their sense of smell is superb; they could smell his scent on the camp from miles away. Still Bolgrad is an experienced huntsmen, and has traveled all through asgrad; so he knows that frainbreed have a particular distain for any and all water creatures. Frainbreed will not eat, and detest water creatures; the sheer smell of water creatures can cause a pack to vacate an area. It's not by chance that the hide tarp Bolgrad and Hydston are covered with is laced with fish guts. After they both drift to sleep they are woken up by the sound of a very boisterous whistle (unlike a normal tune whistle this one was sharp and mono tone). Bolgrad rolls out from under the hide and readies himself.
There before him is an official of the KAJ army (given away by the insignia on their right shoulder, a tigers claw with a "K" behind it). This man is wearing tough leather like material harvested from most likely an Indair swamp alligator skin which is a stronger bond than most metals while being light weight, the man stands six-foot six inches with the muscular physique of a skilled warrior, he has a big beard and long hair woven back into a ball, battle has taken a very visable tole on this man (E.G: a scar on his check etc). Behind him are atleast 30 soliders all of them with most of their face covered; however, they are noticeably dripping with indifference. He say's in undeniably commanding tone; "I am BeoTyger, you are... (as he peers at a piece of papyrus - material used to write on)... Boldgrad correct," he questions waiting for Bolgrad's reply. Bolgrad; "yes.. well it's pronounced Bolgrad." BeoTyger; "My apologies, * he walks back calmly reaches into his horse's sattle bag pulls out a three and a half-inch stick filled with herbs he touches his palm on the end and lights the cigar and takes a puff. Then he walks back and resumes eye contact * I know your mission and I know what you've seen. I am merely here to ascertain the exact nature of your run in with the orange boy warrior..*He takes another deep drag of the cigar* Now I have heard the summary of your encounter * he blows the smoke from his earlier drag into the air while still maintaing eye contact*, the subtle nuances between accounts doesn't concern me... That being said, I'm aware of your status as a high general of the former Asgrad alliance; all things being equal I wouldn't entrust you with my confidence, but your former status permits it. So when this boy took on an entire battalion (he say's with intended exclamation) of Azakian soldiers what methods did he use?" Bolgrad replies; "I'm ... not sure what you're talking about. I have only seen him take on three or so." BeoTyger tilts his chin down and squints his eyes ever so slightly while still maintaing eye contact with Bolgrad. *he casually takes a puff and for the first time discontinues eye contact in favor of exhaustively looking into the sky* BeoTyger says as he resumes eye contact; "It appears I was misinformed, I do think you should accompany us to Athisz still." Bolgrad humbly replies; "I cannot. I have somethings I have to do." BeoTyger for a moment smiles then says; "well clearly I have given you the wrong impression... It was not a request." (he then raises his left hand *still holding the cigar* and all his soliders turn around with great synchronization and begin down back the other way). Bolgrad confused stares at BeoTyger for a moment then with confidence exclaims; "I will not! be intimidated." BeoTyger staring directly at Bolgrad as a predetor stares accessing a situation - it is as if he was reading; "I have no need to intimidate you." Bolgrad being the seasoned hunter he is fully understands the situation he finds himself it. Right before a tiger decides if he wants to attack the bear there is a moment when both creatures wait looking for a sign that one is even slightly concerned; that is all it takes for the other to commit fully to his attack. In this case Bolgrad knows he's the bear who has concern. Bolgrad after a brief pause begins to collect his essentials and tells hydston; "get up boy grab your things."