40 The Dark Blade (1/2)

When Rahz and his father joined the team everybody turned to look at Rahz's gear.It was top of the line Barbarian swag, everybody tried pulling some connections with Chief Cerdic to get their hands on one of the furs from the Evolve Kobolds but nobody could compete with the top dogs.The Rock Thrower's Fur went to Bhirl and the other one was being wore right in front of their eyes.

Rahz had his Kobold head hoodie up but everyone could see his grinning face underneath.He knew his fur overcoat with hoodie was sensational and he had that itchy feeling of not being able to show off ever since the awakening weapon presents 4 years before.

”What's up guys? Ready for the trip?”

The rest of the guys didn't even answer his question and just walk up to him and started taking a closer look at the fur.

”Not bad Rahz, not bad at all”

After exchanging greetings, the leaders of the trade party started to go over the rules for the trip.The leaders instructed on particular traps to watch out for during trading so that the trainees could avoid being rip off and get con into a fight with people that were outside their capabilities.

The Leaders of the squad had been making the trading trip for many years and they themselves had fallen victims to pick pocketing and losing trades.

”If you are not sure that something is a good trade, you are welcome to ask master Rhaen for help.He has helped the village with difficult trades in the past”

Rahz couldn't help but nod his head a few times when he heard the teachers giving pointers as they were the exact same things his mother told him before leaving.

Rahz couldn't contained his excitement at the amazing things he would be able to taste but more than anything he knew that his real purpose was to gather the kills required for his evolution.

The caravan consisted of 10 people total. There were 2 groups let by recently evolve scouts and the rest were pre-evolution fighters just like Rahz, 2 teachers and Rahz's father added to the mix. The cart filled with goods was being pulled by a couple of Level 8 bears belonging to Beastlords in the village and all the commodities were covered by a leather blanket.

From the village of Helgahvall to the nearest town without rushing along the way, it would take approximately 2 weeks of traveling time but the roads were considerably safe.There were a couple evolve creatures deep inside the forest but they usually never attack such a strong group of fighters.

The only real challenge would be the small groups of bandits during their second half of the trip that claimed a small tax from the group but usually left them alone.The village usually traded every six months when the weather allowed them to travel so they usually didn't know what changes had happened during the time they were absent.

The first half of the trip was uneventful and the group got to taste the amazing BBQ skills of Rahz in many occasions but the weirdthing was watching father and son clean their weapons while seating by the fire almost at the same time.

Before the start of the day Rahz did his morning exercise that help him increased his strength little by little. He barely had a week to get used to the weight of his new Axe and there was nothing better but to train with it.

Very quickly a week went by and the caravan was a little over half way there when they encountered the first set of bandits.The moment the bandits saw Rahz and his group from the distance they were excited as their wait might have paid off and the goods coming their way might provide woman and alcohol for a few days.

Rhaen and the other 2 teachers noticed the scouts observing them but they didn't mind them.It was obvious that their skills were pretty poor and their levels not that high, even in the town of Willowdale a Level 24 fighter was considered an expert not to be mess with.

The closer the caravan got, the bigger the smiled on the bandit faces, but all smiles stopped the moment the scouts came back to report that there was only one cart being pull by a couple of bears and that there was nothing but copper and low level pelts in it.

Hearing this piece of news didn't discourage the leader of the bandits.

”Mosquito meat is still meat, don't you think so Boys?”

Cheers!!!

Only an old dwarf that was standing at the back of the group was not so quick to cheer at the statements of his hotshot leader.