Thyriaen pants as he wipes his blade on his trousers. Finally, they wiped out the last of theses raiders. He's so sick of them terrorizing his homeland.
He walks up to the carriage that seems to holds their loot, his men gathering from the raiders as he kicks at the lock and tears open the doors...but instead of just loot to find, there is a figure in the corner of the carriage. He hears their whimper as they hide beneath their tattered cloak, trembling. His eyes widen at their appearance.
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