Who'd want to disturb a place like the Desert Village...?
The thoughts of the Solitaire could almost be read as soon as he heard about the events occurring in the village just north of Sabertooth's old guildhall. There was nothing in the desert of any benefit; no ruins, no treasures, nothing. The fact that a thirty-something plus group of people had set up camp there and been terrorising the locals was completely out of the ordinary and rightfully warranted investigation. As the closest guild Sabertooth took the job on and, as the guilds Ace with a bit of time on his hands, Marick felt he oughta be an example for how the members of Sabertooth needed to be. Thus he'd struck out alone to investigate and decide whether more assistance would be needed or if he alone could deal with the threat.
By now he wasn't all too far from the village and the closer he got, the louder the commotion seemed to grow. Smoke was beginning to plume up from one of the huts, suggesting that the group had lost their patience waiting for whatever it was they wanted and had begun letting loose. Marick let out a low growl as he gripped the hilt of his blade and surged forwards, his mind focused solely on reaching the village before more damage was done. He had no backup right now, but what he could do was draw the bastards out far enough so that they were clear of the village. Marick could then get some assistance from his guildmates and they'd be able to reach the village before any more damage could be done. It wasn't a perfect plan but given the circumstances it seemed there weren't many other options. He refused to put the village at further risk and have it destroyed by the time he returned.
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When Marick arrived at the village he was immediately aware of where the smoke was coming from. It seemed his gut instinct was right and that the group had set fire to a house out of impatience. From where the Solitaire was currently hidden he could see that all the villagefolk were sat in the center of the village plaza. Many men and women hugged their children in an attempt to sooth them while others attempted to plead with the thugs before them, to no avail. The sight was an ugly one for the Sabertooth Ace. He never expected something like this to happen so close to his guildhall. It seemed there was little other choice as he got to his feet and drew 7 cards before throwing all of them out at a small cluster of the bastards in the distance, striking them by surprise and causing them to look directly at him. One of them pointed at him before shrieking at the top of his lungs in a voice that seemed oddly familiar. "HE'S HERE! WE'VE GOT HIM!" Almost all at once the thugs turned their attentions to the blond-haired wizard and began making a move towards him. Thirty-plus men and women all edging closer to their prey. Marick didn't know what they wanted with him, but he wasn't about to find out here. He quickly turned his back on the horde and ran, causing the group to rush after him exactly as planned...well, not EXACTLY. It seemed that the group hadn't wanted treasure or anything of the sort. They wanted HIM.
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