86 Breta (1/2)

Terrick groaned in annoyance as he avoided another patrol. He had been in high spirits when he managed to sneak into the snake stronghold only to be almost immediately jumped by a group of scantily dressed women.

With swift steps he had been able to flee only to get fully lost in the island's interior.

The island itself seemed to be built with a weird pattern, the houses all looked monotonously similar, the fog blocked most of the island's surroundings and the 'patrol' was merely a group of three to four women that carried a spear or so and seemed to work for the sole purpose of maintaining the order of the place.

From the bit of information he had gotten eavesdropping, the island seemed to be divided into the outer and inner circle. The inner circle seemed to house most of the soldiers and the 'shamans' while the outer circle seemed to be a patch of the island that housed all the care centers.

Most soldiers he had heard seemed keen to visit the outer circle to meet their 'spawn' which Terrick could only assume to be their children.

Somehow Terrick had made his way directly into the inner circle! The eerie and otherwise weird structure of the town had left Terrick reeling.

As he shadily jumped onto the roofs of the many houses, he could not help but glance at the sky. The sun had long set and the full moon had lighted through the patchwork that formed the top of the mountain.

He would have blended into the populace below but the people seemed not to have a foreign population. They did not seem to have the concept of a visitor, so anyone that looked even remotely unlike the island's inhabitants would be immediately reported to the authorities.

That along with the fact that all the residents of the island seemed to be soldiers in some capacity forced Terrick to passively collect information.

As he looked down at the uniquely cobblestone path he could not help but sigh. With some swift steps he made a decision. He would kidnap someone to get some information!

With swift steps he leaped off the maroon tiled roof that he had been on, soundlessly landing on the dirty silver cobblestone.

With silent steps he skulked into the barely visible shadows of the huge building formed from the sliver of moonlight that peeked through the thicket of the fog. If all of this wasn't enough he was also worried by another more serious matter that had him looking constantly at his back. He had no clue what happened to the snake that the women rode on!

If his hunch on why his sea king mount ran away was correct, then this place should be a huge nest of the damn huge scalies! Yet in his time on the island he had not managed to catch even the shadow of one!

With a soundless inhale he perked up. At the very periphery of his hearing he heard the slurred voice of what sounded to be an intoxicated female.

As the women approached he could see a fair looking silhouette. Scraggy black hair and a tribal costume made of brown scales.

A thin hair band formed of the black whiskers of the Yuda tied her head, visible as she neared his skulking point.

In her hand was a small ceramic flask.