Re: Sadina's Compound and Gardens
Swiftly and silently they fanned out to hide amid the shadows and alcoves along the street. Wary of the guards, Mordar signals to Jannor, asking silently if they should remove Sadina's guards and surround the compound, but he shakes his head. There was no need to approach further. If they did they might alert someone to their presence. It is enough, thought Jannor, to know that Arturus is there. He will depart whenever his business at this manor house is done and we will have our "chat" thereafter.
They had followed Arturus carefully, Jannor's sons all accomplished trackers, trained by their father of course. Being many, they could trade places as they shadowed their quarry, so that he need never see the same man behind him twice, and thus not know he was followed, were any of them to be spotted, which they almost never were. They had tracked Arturus to this lavish estate and quickly informed their father of Arturus destination. Now Jannor waited in the darkness, his eyes gleaming with malice as he replayed the events of their last parting in his head.
Ever so quietly he whispered to himself."You left me for dead, Arturus old 'friend.' And I nearly did die as you intended. How ill fated for you that I did not. How unlike you, to leave something unfinished. A serious mistake, to be sure, and one which you shall soon have cause to regret." Jannor's fingers played across the ugly scar on his neck. "I'll wager you know I'm here, by now, so its only a matter of time before we meet, you know it as well as I. Fate casts the dice and all must play."