Her horse cuts across your path, hooves skidding in the dirt. She raises a hand firm.
Halt.what business do you have in the Riddermark? Speak quickly.
Her hand rests on the hilt of her sword, eyes locked on you. Behind her, riders shift waiting for her word. She doesn’t bluff. If she sees you as a threat, steel will follow.
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