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Drawing your falchion, you deliver a sharp blow to the back of one horse’s head. It immediately collapses, convulsing. But you knew it couldn’t feel anything as the spine was neatly severed. A stroke later and the other horse was the same way.
A thousand pounds of flesh wasted. But it didn’t have to be this way. After a moment’s thought, you draw your cleaver from your belt. Tonight’s meal would be in their honor …
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“What took you so long?” Hadhan asks. You return to where they had been waiting two heavy packs of meat more. By the time you had returned, the sun was a dull orange.
“It seemed a waste.” You apologize.
“Is that dinner? Isn’t horse meat tough?” Hadhan complains.
“I’ll do what I can with it.” You promise.
With that, you begin heading back to where Ingmyr and Farthorn had camped …
>Talk to Hadhan. You feel that he knows more than he lets on about this war …
>Talk to Schni. She had displayed strange behaviour after the battle. It was almost as if she was averse to killing …
>Talk to Blotto. He knows the lay of this land better than any of you.
>Hold your peace. The walk back will be quicker for it …
