Chapter 18

"Shall we send a team to find them, chief?" a one eyed bandit who stood uneasily reported to a man who was seated on a big wooden throne. The chair was too big for his size but the man sat there as if he commanded the low lives under all of heaven.

"How long had they been gone, One Eye?" the man asked his subordinate. He never looked at him but continued to stare at the goblet he was holding. The dark robe he wore intensified the mysterious effect that he projected towards his lone audience.

"Almost three hours already, chief." One Eye Rodrek answered to his chief, Sakar. He was one of the few bandits who earned nicknames in their camp. Only the strange and the strong were granted the honor of having one. Thus, he was quite proud of his accomplishment. His name One Eye Ro