The trip back to Bree-Land from Esteldin wasn't going well. Not two days on the trail and Traveller had started acting antsy, raking his hooves at the ground and flaring his nostrils, huffing as if to get a bad smell out of them. I knew those signs, the warhorse and I had ridden many miles together.
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Splitting skulls
