The East

[Peridan]

The carriage halted, jarring its passengers awake with a groan. Everyone looked around for their belongings, and stepped out to enjoy the fresh sea breeze provided by the Sestran air. It was good to be in Sundren, and good to be alive. All of the passengers looked at each other and smiled, glad to be here of all places on Abeir-Toril. All except for one.

A greasy hand grasped the side of the carriage, and the body connected stumbled out onto the ground, tasting Sestran soil. It was a man, although strange in appearance. His clothes and hat were of some bizarre origin, and he carried a curved set of blades by his side. He had a jug strapped to his hand, which he took a long pull out of while laying on the ground. He was compact, but in such a way that you had no doubt of his strength. His face was covered in scars that ran their white lines down his face and around his neck.

The back of his strange shirt had a vague outline of a coiled dragon, unlike any of the wyrms in Faerun.The man wearily dusted himself off, and took a good look at the town around him.

He cursed violently in a strange language, and began shuffling off.

[Peridan]

Akagi dropped a bloody bag in front of the Exigo Sergeant. Wincing slightly, the sergeant took a look inside and nodded. "A hundred set of ears, give or take a few. Nice work. Here's your money." The man threw a bag at Akagi, who caught it midair while taking a drink from his wine jug. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, Akagi grinned. "This will feed me for a few weeks, at least." The sergeant frowned. "You should be proud that you helped stop the tide of goblins from reaching past the hills, it is a honorable endeavor."

Akagi frowned and grew still. "I have no honor anymore, foolish westerner. By my own device, and my own will, it is all gone." Akagi strolled off into the night, the coiled dragon on his back grinning at the stunned Sergeant.