Something To Be Done
Turai wasn't the type to take threats lightly. As he walked away from the chaotic marketplace, he weighed his options. He knew one thing for certain: Ijar was here for him.
The message had been clear. But Turai also understood something crucial—if given the chance, Ijar wouldn't fight fair. Neither had Otto. The more Turai thought about it, the more certain he became that Ijar, like Otto, would resort to underhanded tactics. After all, birds of a feather flock together.
Turai made up his mind right then and there. He wouldn't wait. He couldn't afford to. Ijar had already shown his willingness to attack innocents, and Turai couldn't allow that to continue.
Besides, he had seen enough of Ijar to know that once the man recovered his strength, he'd be an even more dangerous foe. Turai's instincts told him to strike now, while the iron was still hot—while Ijar was weakened after spending the night indulging himself.