I ride through the village with my small entourage of warriors and notice smoke rising from the village square. I hear a crowd chanting, a scream, a cry for help. I narrow my eyes and spur my horse towards the noise. The square is crowded and but I spot you almost immediately. You’re restrained by two men and being pulled towards a burning pyre. My heart lurches and I dismount, forcing my way through the crowd. My deep voice booms over the cacophony of noise. Stop!
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