randy and the passing of time

(top of a hill)

“Well, well, well” brushing some dirt off his cheek, his eyes watered as he saw the gates of west port. “What a glorious sight” months had passed and taking out jerican had began to weigh on Randolph. Though it wasn’t all bad, Tamitha had grown a full inch.
Sad thing though Tamitha had probably seen more then a combat medic though not to the same ends.
Staring at the comfortable sight of West port, Tamitha broke the silence and ran “I can finally take a bath!”
R. “girls”
Catching a few more glimpses of terrain, before he tried to catch up, noticing something odd about the city. It seemed to be split in half. One half devoted to tents and seemed rather run down the other fairly normal but odd just the same.
---(bottom of the hill and near the entrance)
“Hey wait up.” called Randy as they approached the main gate
“Well, that’s intriguing mates; never quite saw a four foot soldier before.” Referring to Tamithas wearing of chainmail.
“Well may we enter?” randy asked the guard.
“It’d be my pleasure… if it being you have the toal payment.” Indignant at the slight taunting, Tamitha and randy looked at each other.
---(the other side of the gate)
Meandering in town again, the alias Carnigin the magnificent had again been revived. Though no actual performances done just as of yet, though the wair of there jurny shown on the old mans face. “Few first stop the inn.” Tamitha offered no resistance.
---(in a shady office high in a tower near the main gate)
A heavily armored man rushing into a wooden office slightly a pant he bluttered “Sir you know missing jerican in the round about cities. I think the Jerican slayer is hear!”
“Max, I know” the shadowy figure swiveled around in his chair revealing from the window a man hung upside down in a court yard down below squirming for his freedom.