Ciylo straightened his 6' 4" frame, and his voice echoed through his mask. "M'lord, Agba has slipped. Disciple Rage has tracked him to a remote location not far from here. If we move the army quickly we should be able to catch him off guard and destroy him."
Many things crossed the Warlords mind as he waved him away, "Let it be done," he replied.
He watched as Ciylo turned heel and left. The young male was thick, but not in a heavy way. Broad shouldered, his body followed suit straight down to his hips and thighs. Dark haired and dark eyed he wasn't quiet all human and preferred to be fully covered at all times to protect his fair skin.
Marca had full faith his apprentice would carry out his wishes and until they arrived at their destination he would continue to pace, plan and worry.