The day is sweltering, unbearable. For an Osh-Tekk it would be a day of unlimited power, which of course, still is at Kotal's finger tips, but the power is muted, controlled by a mind separate from his own.
The new Kahn, Jackson Briggs, had sent him to find his once lover, his once partner in politics. Now she was nothing but a target, one that perhaps Erron would care less for. There is no pay, no money from this task. Nothing but praise for being subordinate. Even then, it is evidently comprised of backhanded compliments.
Adelaide had left a trail, one of her greatest mistakes. But perhaps it wasn't her that left these tracks, but a subordinate?
Either way, the trail was clear and the crusade had a secure location in which to take the rebellion. Their plan was to cut off the head of the snake then to dismember the entirety of the body.
The general watches from a raised hill, overlooking the barren landscape of sand, following a trail of smoke that would have been from a simple caravan from a distance. He was twice, if not three times more clever than these ingrates. Had he not been Kahn before he was put in this state of unrest?
