you arrive at the camp, men stand all around the place on guard, many marching on horses in the arena. Two guards push you in and close the gates behind you with a thud. A powerful looking black stallion different from the normal brown horses they have approached you. On top was a handsome man in his mid thirties, he was obviously in charge.

“Who do we have here?” he questioned with a smirk on his face as his gaze darted from each of the men besides you