[Hayame was unwilling to let Meridian suffer another loss. After the events that had transpired in the Scorching Isles, she had thrown herself into training Springstar's military, assuring their archers were as finely honed as she could make them, all for the occupation that the Tribune had informed her of secretly in advance. And to that end... she had watched the Springstar information meeting from afar, keeping track of those who looked strong or potentially useful.
And now... one of those people is in Alenroux amidst the non-shard-bearing population of farmers. The sound of hoofbeats signals that someone is passing by on horseback... except-]
You there.
[A voice rings out. The shadow of the speaker behind him is strange. When he turns, it will be clear where the horse's head is. Nowhere. The speaker is a centaurine woman who stands over seven feet in height, her muscular frame only made more fearsome by the fact that she clutches a bow in hand nearly as long as she is tall.]
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And now... one of those people is in Alenroux amidst the non-shard-bearing population of farmers. The sound of hoofbeats signals that someone is passing by on horseback... except-]
You there.
[A voice rings out. The shadow of the speaker behind him is strange. When he turns, it will be clear where the horse's head is. Nowhere. The speaker is a centaurine woman who stands over seven feet in height, her muscular frame only made more fearsome by the fact that she clutches a bow in hand nearly as long as she is tall.]
Are you lost?