The journey to Kou was made in hopes of finding strong opponents in the heroes that rose up on the battlefield. However, Zafar quickly found that it was no simple task arranging for a secluded encounter where he could fight his targets one on one. Assassinating them was doable, but isolating them in order to have a duel? The nature of an army at war made this simply too difficult. Especially when the high profile targets were considered. There was little for the clownish assassin to do in Kou now so he resolved to make a return trip to Reim.
Thankfully the entire trip wasn't a complete waste of time for the eccentric killer. On his way to Reim he had encountered a body manipulator who trained him in the craft. Zafar then found a rare winged arachnid species which could be tamed. Alas, these self improvements were mere trivial side interests to the fight loving madman. His blood was burning with desire to face a strong foe capable of bringing his excitement to a climax. So it was back to the old stomping grounds around the Reim Coliseum.
Before setting out, Zafar performed his ritualistic ceremony of shuffle his deadly deck the Edged Chance. Anticipation built in the killers fingertips as he drew a card at random and revealed it to be a seven of spades. To many this would mean nothing but to Zafar it divined that the route he would take to Reim would have some sort of good fortune associated with the number seven. With that in mind he purchased himself a passenger seat on a caravan headed west through the mountains and across the plains.
With a sack of supplies slung over his shoulder the red haired human approached a carriage near the rear end of a seven wagon caravan. The killer smiled playfully to himself as he noticed the count and associated the coincidence with his card from earlier. Such was this man's understanding of "Fate" and how chance rules all. Zafar settled into his seat and waited for the final preparations to be completed so the caravan could set out.
Thankfully the entire trip wasn't a complete waste of time for the eccentric killer. On his way to Reim he had encountered a body manipulator who trained him in the craft. Zafar then found a rare winged arachnid species which could be tamed. Alas, these self improvements were mere trivial side interests to the fight loving madman. His blood was burning with desire to face a strong foe capable of bringing his excitement to a climax. So it was back to the old stomping grounds around the Reim Coliseum.
Before setting out, Zafar performed his ritualistic ceremony of shuffle his deadly deck the Edged Chance. Anticipation built in the killers fingertips as he drew a card at random and revealed it to be a seven of spades. To many this would mean nothing but to Zafar it divined that the route he would take to Reim would have some sort of good fortune associated with the number seven. With that in mind he purchased himself a passenger seat on a caravan headed west through the mountains and across the plains.
With a sack of supplies slung over his shoulder the red haired human approached a carriage near the rear end of a seven wagon caravan. The killer smiled playfully to himself as he noticed the count and associated the coincidence with his card from earlier. Such was this man's understanding of "Fate" and how chance rules all. Zafar settled into his seat and waited for the final preparations to be completed so the caravan could set out.