The Imposter

[Krausus]

Krausus pulled on his coat, his eye showing nothing, he groped around for a few seconds before grabbing his other sheath.

"A place i wanted to see again. It's been a while"

He fingered an amulet on his neck, one that held a clear stone, edged in metal, that was inlaid with gold, a complex pattern of knots and lines.  He grimaced, pain showing on his face barely, his eye bloodshot.

"We leave soon, don't bring armor, we need to look like travelers, not knights or bandits."

He laced up his old metal plated and braced boots, and then filled a wine skin with water. With a click, the latch on the door rose, and he walked out into the morning, watching the sun start to peek over the horizon.

[Zarkin Talker]

 "No bow, no arrows" Zarkin said as he put the bow and arrows back in the corner of his room. "But I am bringing this" Zarkin says as he straps his small dagger to his thigh.

 Walking out the door Zarkin takes a big smell of the fresh morning air. As tired as he felt he knew this would be an adventure that is well needed and a chance of finding out who this man was. Walking to the east side of the house Zarkin walked into the barn of which he keeps Blazer, un-hitched him from his stall and hopped on the horses back.

 Blazer snorted as the morning air was sucked deeply into his nostrils. Being ontop of Blazer gave Zarkin a sense of secruity and made him feel like he was unstopable. He urged Blazer foward and in front of the house where Krasus was already on his mount and seemed to be ready to go.

 "So tell me, where is this place you visited last night? It intrigues me to hear of such places of meaning" Zarkin asks his travelling companion at his side.

[Krausus]

A rock on the edge of town"

Krausus replied, before closing his mouth and letting Zarkin sit in his thoughts. 

[Zarkin Talker]

 For a at least a league in distance Zarkin sat atop of Blazer as the two headed south east towards the closest town. Stopping in small villages to get the horses some water and to rest. Krausus didn't say much, nor did Zarkin. He didn't ask anything and he had no intention to.

 After about 30 minutes Zarkin had to break the silence. "Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to be a horse" Zarkin stupidly said. "I know it sounds comical but I had to say something. Anyway we should find a place to stay for the night".

 After about 20 peds the two see a spot in the trees off the road where they can rest. And then suddenly it dawns on Zarkin that there is a fire that was recently in the place they intended to stay. "Atleast we know we are on the right track" Zarkin said assuming Kraus already knew what he was talking about.

[Krausus]

He cracked his next, laid out his tent and sat upon the ground, turniń meat over a small spit, cooking dinner.

"It was so long ago, and i saw him on that rock. So long."

His eye glazed as he thought back trough his charred and sickening past.

[Zarkin Talker]

 Zarkin knew better than to ask what Krausus was talking about, so he just sat there and wondered as the he sat there cooking meat. Might as well cook my own Zarkin thought to himself as he built his own little fire out of the remaining twigs and sticks from around the little camp site. Pulling out a huge piece of meat wrapped up in some cloth placed in a leather bag Zarkin sliced the meat into slices big enough for the both of them. Placing them delicatley onto a small rack Zarkin made out of some twigs just above the flames.

 The scent of roasting meat smuggled its way into Zarkin's nose making him feel at home. The warm feelings of his past started to creep into his mind. Back when he was a child his mother would cook the family's meat the same way. He remembered how perfect the juices of the meat blendid with the smell of the wood the meat was cooked over. Zarkin used to watch her, mouth watering, and eyes bulging. He did the same as he flipped over the meat and let the scent flow into his nostrils.

 Once the meat looked good enough to eat he cut a small flap just big enough to look into the meat. It had been cooked perfectly, since he cooked two peices he handed the other to Krausus. "It's good, trust me. I've cooked it to perfection, just as my mother did" Zarkin said with a smile. Taking a big bite out his serving, he smiled.

 "You know Kraus, I really appreciate you joining me on this journey. I didn't have very many friends back when I was a child" Zarkin said as he started remembering his dark childhood. He repressed the memories and was enveloped by the warm feelings and great tastes of the meat. "So, thank you, my friend".

 After eating his meat and filling his stomach Zarkin stretched out on the ground, groaned from how tired he was, and soon fell asleep. The dreams were worse this night. He saw himself standing in front of a mirror in a darkened room. His breathing was shallow and sometimes heavy, his heartbeat increased for some reason. And then he realized it. In the top right corner of the darkened room there was a face peering down on him. Bringing his face closer to the mirror he saw the face was his own. Spinning around Zarkin almost died from a heart attack. A mirror image of himself stood in front of him, eyes were a pitch black, but the features were all the same as Zarkin's. The fake reached it's hand out and grabbed Zarkin by the throat, lifting him up, and right as he grinned a wicked grin, he squeezed the life out of Zarkin. That's when he awoke.

 Breathing very heavily Zarkin was startled as he looked over and saw Krausus's stern face looking malevolent and twisted by the shading coming from the trees. But once he realized it was the quiet man he regained his composure and sat up. He sat there in silence looking at a small fire that Krausus had kept burning all night.

 "Did you happen do get any sleep last night?" Zarkin asked. " 'Cause you're going to need it for the long ride we have today".

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