Victor and the Seer had been waiting nervously in the tent. Once the gongs had sounded they Jumped up, they could here people running and shouting outside. Peering carefully out of the tent, a strange smell was carried on the wind. They looked over at the Jin’s tent. Jin emerged accompanied by his acolytes, barked some orders and hurriedly left to see what had caused such a disturbance. Two guards were left at the entrance to his tent.
Victor pulled open the flap.
“Quickly we won’t have a better opportunity,” said Victor.
The two guards standing at the opening of the tent seemed unresponsive to the cloaked figures rapidly approaching them. The Seer using her powers of illusion walked and moved with the shape of the Jin. Her shadowed face was partially covered by her hood, for all intense and purposes from what the guards could see, she was Jin accompanied by a personal guard. She waved the two guards aside and entered the tent. Once inside their search for the sphere did not go well, when they finally found the trunk that was meant to contain it, they found it was gone.
“He’s a cunning one,” whispered the Seer. “He never left the Sphere here. He must have taken it with him.”
“No, he didn’t,” said Victor quietly. “Look it's on the table, beneath that cloth, quickly break it, so we can leave this place.”
The Seer picked it up, it was glowing, throbbing in her hands, she sensed the strength of the creature held within it.
“Who ever has the sphere controls a mighty power,” said the Seer.
A strange veil came over her eyes, as though she were enamoured by the power of what she held in her hand.
“Break it,” whispered Victor, his voice more pronounced and harsh than he had intended it to be, “What are you waiting for.”
Luckily for them the commotion outside was becoming chaotic, so that no ones attention was drawn to Jin’s tent.
“Perhaps,” replied the Seer, “we should use the creature ourselves.”
“Would you just break the damn sphere,” said Victor even more irately.