<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/d8/98/5b/d8985b98a1edf0a3b46e0dbc84993f46.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/9e/7b/c4/9e7bc4f627de4b3d9ee11374dca660db.jpg)<strong></strong></div><div align="center">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/11/ff/f8/11fff896403dc7855fea201c8d88d00b.jpg)(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/29/61/bb/2961bba0a67dc7ef244e4f98742002b6.jpg)</div><div class="floatright"><div align="center"><strong>Songbird</strong></div></div><div class="floatleft"><div align="center"><strong>Hawk</strong></div></div><div align="center"><strong>Sergeant Mullhaja                                                         Keli</strong></div><hr/>The caravan started up again, for the second leg of the day travel.  It is another seven hours of travel for the day.   Which made the fourteen-hour travel each day,  which equated to the caravan making about 40 miles a day.<br/><br/>Keli nods to this and looks at the concubine pussy she just applied salve.   Desire is in her eyes.    It is apparent that the ranger would take up the offer.<br/><br/>For Songbird having a woman look at her that way.  It was strange yet thrilling, and it brought her arousal just thinking about it.  She would ride the rest of the day soaking her horse's back and with pointed, engorged nipples.<br/><br/>With the caravan once again traveling.  Sergeant Mulhaja would ride ahead, leaving the Darius and the rest.  Its about a hour that he is gone,  when he comes back to the group.   He pulls his horse alongside Darius.<br/><br/><strong>"I went to speak to the caravan master."</strong>So he had gone and spoken to the kobold  Irraki.<strong>"I was curious to the riders that she had spoken to the desert nomads.   Especially since they had pointed towards us."</strong>So he had seen this,  it had been quite evident.<strong>"There looking for a bounty hunter named Hellhound."</strong>Yes, it gets interesting,  why would they be looking for him.<strong>"Also what else is strange, is the caravan master said they spoke with an accent they were from Padhe.  And that they were not Varisians  or Keleshite but Vudrani."</strong><br/><br/>The last part should pick the interest of the bounty hunter.  For the nomads would either be the first two races named.   That they are Vudrani and spoke with a Padhe accent.   The place he had started his last job from which was taking his concubine to be delivered.   Why would they seek him out.  After all being related to the late emperor of the Padhe empire,  he was part Vudrani.  His disguise had held up, and the so-called nomads had ridden on.<br/><br/>The sergeant then drops back into place, following.   Once again, performing what a NCO does, the backbone of any military.  And in a way they were much like a military unit.   Yet he offered no reward to the man who breaks down his tent,  sees to the camp and everyone is doing their part.  Doesn't question the noble.<br/><br/>Nightfall arrives and once again the carvan is stopping for the night.   It is the last night with the caravan.   Tomorrow, the group breaks off and heads deep into the gnoll tribe's lands.