"These guys will all die by their foolishness and lack of intellect." Garak grumbles the words at Tamrik, shakes his head at the offer for a ride, and thenwalks towards Raz's wagon with continued anger on his face and thoughts of death in his mind.
As he approached Raz, the assassin spoke. "You stupid piece of horse shit! Have you any sense whatsoever? First, these horses are not bred to run on rock. They are suited for desert travel. If they get injured, we lose our transportation. Further, these wagons can easily break on rocky ground like this. If they break, we lose our cover and our ability to haul back the women and our loot. If you knew anything about anything you might be useful, but instead you're simply a waste of space and a misfortunate nightmare for the whores you have to pay dearly for companionship." It was clear that he was talking to Raz and only to Raz. "Consider this your final warning with me. Next time, my blades will wear you as their scabbard."
Garak's words were not just angry...they were hateful. Raz had been the cause of many problems ever since his arrival. As an assassin, Garak had no room in his life for error. Thus, one way or another, he would see to it that Raz was eliminated soon.
Joachim, you just moved up a notch in my book, the assassin thought to himself. Now, if he could just figure out how to kill them both at once, then he would know true joy.
Garak knew that Raz would likely take his words as a challenge, so Garak continued to study his opponent, looking for an opening in the large man's armor. He stood there about thirty feet away, fully prepared for a battle should it come to that.
