She turned back to the pathway in the plains and rode as fast as she could through them. After a few minutes the village of Willik could be seen, but time was short. The dusk was soon aproaching and danger for the convoy increased by the minute.
She arrived to the village and immediatelly requested help from the few locals she could find. Unfortunately, the village was small and no police force was present that she could request help from. The locals could only refer her to mercenaries, paid swords that would help her for the right price. This was something Amelia had never done nor experienced, but now was the perfect moment to test it out.
She headed to the area of town where she could find a man by the name of Ekkana. She was told this would be the man to talk with, a man of power and control over the mercenaries in the region. The streets were empty and it seemed that no one really walked out in the afternoon. She hurried through the streets until she found the place she had been told.
An old man sat on a wooden crate mischievously looking at her. Amelia saw no one else so she approached the man. As she walked towards him, a foul stench disrupted her senses. Unable to hide her initial dislike for the strong stinky smell, she took a moment to recover herself and continue towards the man. Indeed he was the source of the stench.
The old man looked up at her and examined her from head to toe. Amelia felt somewhat uncomfortable, but the situation with the convoy overrode any reservations she could have taken.
"Excuse me. I am in dire need of assistance. I look for the man called Ekkana. Do you know who this person is? I've been told I could find him here." She said.
The man looked up at her with a cheery smile on his face, but no sound came from his mouth. He just smiled at her and chuckled.
"Could you help me find this man?" She asked with a concerned voice, attempting to persuade the man to help her.
The man only smiled, a wicked weird smile, and suddenly the thought of the attacked caravan left behind overcame Amelia in a strange way. In her mind she saw the convoy, but no person to be seen. This struck fear into Amelia's heart as she realized the possibility of her failing to return with the so-needed help.
The scene flooded her mind...
... to be continued in Break my heart Tarsis - Part 4
