**The Heal Slut: Part One – The Beginning**
Tirron growled to himself as he looked up into the sky. The sun was bright and the day was hot. The sweat was uncomfortable, but not unfamiliar. The wind was still today, though normally it blew in behind them as they followed the road away from the sea.
“Whats the matter?” His riding companion asked in a low voice, eyeing Tirron from the side. Pitrin was a warrior mercenary like Tirron himself, but less skilled with a sword and more with a bow. But his lack of emotions often irritated Tirron, whose own anger was easily stirred.
“Its fucking hot. Ready for a cool bed and liquor.” Tirron complained at his companion. Pitrin shrugged and looked forward to the leader of the caravan.
“Harvey says we should arrive today. Is that not soon enough?” The human spoke with a small smile. Tirron growled again and shook his head, urging his horse forward.
“Take up the rear, Pitrin. I’m going to head up front for awhile.” Tirron ordered his companion, riding away before the human could respond that neither of them were in charge. Tirron didn’t care and shook his head, using his hand to pull his braid away from his neck.