Henal gets up onto his zebra, "yes, they are likely to try and get back at us so we had better be ready".

"No. We've sent the message. Anything more would be unnecessary. Retaliation is likely. More letters get out of here."
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Taking a tot of booze, Hoskar grins agreement. Yep. Saddle up time.

Grundar gives Ohanzee one final whoop in admiration of his stead control despite his provocation, and then leaps onto his rhino's back. Yep, time to get going. He leans down to the Deadheads, You lot better make yourselves scarce as well, thanks for coming. Our tracks will be fairly obvious, I suggest you take a different path. Thanks for coming!

The Rangers head back to New Pavis, crossing the bridge unmolested, the three guards still inside their building. One peers out as the braves pass, but sees nothing of interest.

It's the same with the Lunar guards on the other side and then on the gate in to the city proper.

The Deadheads split off, leaving the Rangers to decide where to go now. It's early evening and they still have their mounts and will need to report to their employer at some stage.

Rich Hill is to their left and Riverside to their right.

Ahead they can see the freshly whitewashed walls of the Wind Temple. Not far is the abode of the City's mayor and head of the Garhound clan Brygga Scissortongue.

It doesn't take long for the mounts and Ohanzee's new Zebra to get stabled in the farmers quarters, next to the Praxian temple and then it's back to Hoskar's mum's gaff to get cleaned up before heading over to Geo's.

Amara cleaned up though she hadn't even been hit once in the altercation. She handed the pouch to Hoskar letting him know he might want to trade the content for wheels as soon as possible. Feeling better after washing and combing her hair she was ready to meet with the Garhounds. She smiled as she polished the armband she'd been given to show she was a friend to the family.

Once they are back at Hoskar's mums place, Melock changes back in to his city clothes. "So how long do you think it'll be before they want to get their own back on us?"

"Not sure."Amara responded "They might not even want to get their own back. I'm not sure how the garhound clan is regarded in Pavis. It might be that dropping their name in this makes it strictly us versus the guards we fought....and we're not completely without allies here either." Amara shrugged "I'd just be guessing. The thing concerning me more is the man who killed my father. He seems to be held in high regard by the other khans here."

"Time will tell I suppose." Melock rubs the back of his neck in a nervous way, "I'm glad you raised that, I was trying to think of a way of bring that up. What do you plan on doing about your dad's killer?"

Amara frowned as she gripped her spear tightly "It depends. A few seasons ago, I'd dedicate everything I am and ever would be to having him die at my hand. Now...if he chooses to join us in our quest to restore the green. I would let him live. It is his choice. Though admittedly, I look forward to killing him since I believe him to be working against us and our goals." she glanced at Melock "My feelings on this are complex. I don't especially bear him ill will. The wastelands are harsh. If not him, then it could have been someone or something else. However, it was him, and I will not suffer people killing Skywatchers or any of the pairie thunder clan easily."

He nods, "I think I understand. Hopefully when they see what we've managed to do at the Earth Temple, they'll want to help us. I can only hope that Delenda's mother is as," Melock pauses, searching for the best word to use, "understanding, forgiving," he shrugs, "you know what I mean."

In reply to Amara Brightsky (msg # 175):

Hoskar smiles wanly at Amara's words, his eyes moistening. You are wiser than me he murmurs I'd not recommend resolving it badly. The way I did things haunts me. And so it should.

He looks extremely sheepish, and busies himself making himsefl look respectable again having healed the little cut below his eye with one dose of his charm; avoiding a scar for the sake of trade respectability.

With Melock raising the question of revenge heading their way, Grundar nods, Yes, these things do come back to bite you like a wild dog chasing it's tail. It might bode us well to keep moving for a while, or at least lie low. I suspect together we might stick out like a baboon's red behind though, and so perhaps heading out soon would be best. You've got business out of town haven't you? Talking of deeds biting back and baboons, I mustn't forget to resolve that request of Goldfang's too.

As the conversation moves to talk of Delenda and Amara's Dad's killer, Grundar keeps his counsel to himself, not that he has anything wise to contribute. These are clearly personal matters. Just as he would want no one trampling over his family's fate, he won't trample on their's either.

"We have much still to do in the town and surrounds. Freeing Delenda, returning the acorn to the Aldryami. I need to talk to Krakka's sister in law too."

Standing next to Grundar, "The best person to ask about Krakka and the pain he caused us, is Hoskar. Though hopefully his sister will be more helpful."
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Hoskar's gaze swims back into focus at Melock's comment. I heard Krakka damn Rumble was knocking about the Storm Bull temple a while back then disappeared to the Rubble. Maybe the Real City and likely in with the rebels.

What's this about his sister? News to me.

Grundar. Don't know if we've told you this lot yet. The...ahem...gent in question is a Wind Lord. I met him as I left here last time, journeyed with him to the Rocklands. He acted like a friend. Was like a father to me a little while, or so it seemed. But then he nicked our mounts, and sold a brave and worthy Ranger of our number - Kaonu - to the Morokanth and got him killed. And then when we stole our own damn mounts back he set Khan Well-Ard 'Arry to chase us. We have Amara to thank for our lives on that one - she impressed the khan with bravery in a headbutt contest.

So. Krakka Rumble isn't our favourite little boy, although his wife Gronya is fine. Austere, but fine. We fancy a quiet word with old Krakka and no mistake. Preferably somewhere no-one will overhear.

He subsides, shaking his head sadly.

Sounds like this Krakka needs putting back in his rightful place, if not knocked a peg or two lower. Do you guys have a plan yet? What's his weak point? What's valuable to him? If he's wronged you, then he's wronged me, and I'm more than happy to play my part in achieving justice. If doesn't recognise me, of course, so that might help.

"as he's a wind lord, once we know where he is, we could tell the lunars where he is" he shrugs, "of course it would help if we knew a friendly lunar guard."

That would certainly be effective, a little bit dull though - surely there must be a more enjoyable way of bringing him down. Of course, with his being a wind lord and all that care would have to be taken. It's all in the planning.

Nodding, Melock grins, "When we got our mounts back from him, I managed to stuff his shadow cat in to a bag to distract him, I doubt either of them have forgotten about me, so if we are to bring him down ourselves, you may have to go in first."

Grundar grins back, That figures, I put myself in danger whilst you guys creep up and stab him in the back! Alternatively, he grins wider, you would make an even more effective distraction whilst I do the honours!

His grin is replaced by a look of worry, "You're right I probably would make a better lure than you," Melock sighs, "let's hope we get a chance to plan something and don't just bump in to him in the street or a pub."

Grundar slaps Melock on the shoulder, Put that glum face away, and quit worrying, I'll look after you!

"That's what worries me," he laughs, "if a Raven can't out wit Stormbull's little brother, then I deserve a good beating. It's his shadow cat that might be more of a problem as it's his allied spirit and he can spy on us with it."