>>5979190Your incursion reveals nothing about the whereabouts of your foes.
Leaving the burnt remains of the stone fort, Hangar reaches for his clay sack, grabbing the ruby and letting the clay form into a familiar shape. Suddenly, the shape jerks in pain, trying to withdraw the limbs within the cage that is entirely too small for that. While you can't hear the pained screams, you can imagine them by the jerks and the twisting of the body.
A though jumps into Hangars mind. How will they get into Kislev? The clay cage starts swinging. Through the Belyevobota pass? A pair of burly Kislevites open the cage and pull the woman out. Then how will they leave it? They chain her hands in front of her. He can't expect the pass to remain open after he and his pillaging host get done with pillaging both the Wheatlands and Kislev. They clay figure is stumbling forwards. Should he leave someone to hold the pass against the counterattacks? Her hands are raised above her. She is hanging by the chain wrapped around her wrists. Or should he hope that Krantagarh and Sarrick can subdue or carve a path throught he Bearsoning lands themselves? She is contorting under the whip strikes. Hangar puts the clay and the ruby back into the sack.
>There may be little plunder that otherwise remains.He boastfully says, having led a raid that burned 1 fort and 4 villages out of 44 settlements.
