His undead Iron Roar Komodo crested the dune, and Thoren looked down at the scene unfolding below.
The captain stood with his sword drawn, facing the hunter and the healer from his former party.
The healer was clutching a small dagger to her chest, her face pale with fear. The hunter stood before her protectively, his daggers raised despite his obvious injuries.
Thoren watched the standoff with cold interest. He did not particularly care who lived or died in this petty squabble. But the captain might know where Cressida had gone.
And Cressida might know things about the Slave Trade Guild that Thoren needed to learn.
He nudged his mount forward, descending the dune toward the confrontation. The sand shifted beneath the Iron Roar Komodo's clawed feet, announcing his arrival to all below.
The captain turned his head and saw Thoren approaching. His eyes widened with surprise, and his jaw dropped slowly in disbelief.
