Board Thread:Talkplays/@comment-4211788-20140912075843/@comment-4211788-20160807020626

Seth crosses his arms and scratches his chin, then stroking his beard. He stares at his son then back at Drake.

"Those are prized relics we decided to keep for our god, yet what you are saying is making a lot of sense to me. I lost twelve men.. Ever since a horrid.. Ice storm, something unheard of for my people swept us and deprived us of twelve men. I need them back. If you save my men, I'll promise you that gold horn, the horn of Jah'Kier."

Ammon pulls on his father's wraps to get his attention. "Dad, I trust Drake will get the job done. Give him the horn, they ventured here for a reason and obviously need to get this stuff before the whole island sinks."

The elder Jackal ponders for a minute, he then snaps his fingers, he sinks into the body of sand. He moves across the land under a sand wave.

Ammon shrugs. "He'll be back momentarily guys.."

Some time passes, Hiero's expression dims to one of impatience. Keira's wet coat was starting to wear off causing the otter to become nervous, the same would affect Crystaline. Harris was just playing with his axe, flipping it and what not.

Seth appears behind the group causing Keira and Harris to out right flinch, Hiero got into a battle stance but quickly lowered his guard after noticing it was just Seth.

Seth reluctantly hands Drake the horn. "Do please save my men, Drake. They're like family to my tribe. You know how much life is valued here. I trust you'll save them."