There had been a volunteer waiting for Nikola bright and early. A young man with a saber at his side. As it turned out, the Gudiao had attacked a caravan transporting his family and there had been no survivors.
Nikola gave the man one of his enchanted daggers.
A nasty, curved, little thing that once inside the flesh couldn't be gotten out until the target was dead. The man had looked skeptical that the dagger would be of any use, but he had admired its craftsmanship and pocketed it.
On the way to Yuzhang, they made a beeline towards the mountains. There was a canyon at their base, carved by the Yangtze River, and that was where the Gudiao was rumored to live.
"Say, Gege, are you really a warrior or are you only in it for the prize money?" Jin Tu asked. This man looked frail and if he wasn't as flat as a board, Jin Tu would have been sure that he was leading a lady to her death.
