The Offer

Once the area was cleared of all of the arilusts Marcus summoned his own back to himself before releasing the domed shield from the prisoners of the now dead necromage. He also began to look around for any supplies or signs of what to do next when the caravan leader, a timid male anthro ram who was dressed wealthier then he should, approached him and placed a paw on his writ.

"Sir, you seem to be a very talented mage would you consider escorting us the rest of the way on our journey?" asked the caravan leader.

"Was all of your hired escorts killed or were you just too foolish and cheap to hire any?" asked Marcus a bit cold as he was focused on the task at paw.

"Well, I've never!" huffed the sheep as he pulled away, " Who do you think you are to question me like that? Of course I hired escorts."

"Were they all killed?" asked Marcus turning to face the ram starting to really tire of his attitude.