The next morning, the Emberek Monks woke to the sight of the whole of the Gyam Shaman population standing just outside the temple gates. The morning air was crisp and cool and for once, snow wasn’t blowing all over the place. After consoling his wife and child, Elek jumped to the top of the gate by using the cool air around him for lift.
Off in the crowd on the trail that lead up to the Emberek Gates, Ferenic watched; using his people to camouflage himself as he observed his intended enemy. The man was lean and tall; not at all like the Emberek that Rauour had perpetrated. His clothing was simple, and quite similar to what Ferenic himself was wearing. Although, he did have several more layers underneath the leather vest, pants, boots and bracers they wore. His hair was almost white, though he didn’t look a day over twenty-six.
As the man stood silently a top the wall, Ferenic decided to set caution aside and reveal himself. After all – they weren’t enemies. Not yet, Anyway.
Elek watched carefully as one of the more stout men emerged from the crowd. He had long Fiery red hair that seemed to reach well past his shoulders, and a beard that was nearly as long. The man didn’t seem short, but was still quite the distance away. Elek dropped himself down outside the wall without making any sudden movements, holding his arms out to show he was unarmed.
However, Elek was no fool – that same motion also told the Monks to have their strongest attacks ready, just in case.