What's Due

The bird had given him directions and Merrick had made short work of the journey, pushing the woman accompanying him like a slave driver. Which... essentially, he was. There was little time for rest on the journey as he would have ample time to rest when they arrived at their destination. Days stretched into weeks, but finally the familiar scent of his family's bloodline met dark nares. The scent invigorated the man, giving him a much needed burst of energy. Their journey had finally come to an end.

Heavy obsidian paws pounded through sand and dirt as the dire brute moved down the land bridge. As he and the woman moved towards the island, the giant let out a howl, calling his sister to meet him. Coming up to the edge of the island, Merrick cast a side-eye at the brindled woman beside him. "Behave yourself," he warned with a cold glare. With that, he waited for Manea's arrival, eager to see what his little sister had in mind when she sought him out.

"Merrick Mendacium"