Neither skin, nor hoof of them...

The true beasts went with the air, but they might be back with it.

A pity. I should have wanted a taste more of their magic.

You spoke of a woman who claimed her ill herd, but let's we not shy from bloodier tidings: this is no fool's mummery. I'd cut a fool and roast his tongue. A necromancer walked these ( Read more... )

[the Square comes abruptly into view, camera getting closer and closer to it; the strap the device is hung to lies loose, occasionally showing the side of a war horse, bones peering between armor plates. Camera loses focus as the horse is drawn up for a jump ---- ]

Keep your pace, beast. You will not break my legs to bend my knee in greeting. .

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