Sutra pounded the last stake into the ground. The sound of progress carried in the air. The coven attack had been thwarted and the grip of Winter slowly began to weaken.
The tired sheriff stood erect and leaned on the hammers handle. Wiping his brow, Sutra looked up to study the messengers demeanor. Sweat trickled down the assassins neck and chest. He had spent the last fifteen or twenty minutes listening to what the cloaked figure had gathered.
'We need to verify this information with the others. Get feed and rested. I'll need you to ride to King's Point, possibly Mourningwood Gleen. See if they know or have seen anything.' commanded the plotting figure.
The messenger nodded and made his way to the small tavern.
Sutra squinted as he looked up at the winter sun before wiping his face dry. Dragon banners hung up at Eagleshire. Such a gesture was limitless with intent.
'Dragonshire...' the walking shadow muttered. 'This should be interesting.'
_________________ The general who advances without seeking fame and retreats without fearing disgrace, whose only thought is to protect his country and do service for his sovereign, is the jewel of his kingdom. -Sun Wu
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