The sound of the horses' hooves echoed eerily between the barely visible ruined walls, the only light showing the riders the overgrown path were the stars in the clear sky. Both the horses and their riders were exhausted, the orcs had pursued them for over a day. This was their first opportunity to rest. Everyone were tense, sitting rigid in their saddles, their hands never straying far from their weapons. They'd all had enough surprises to last them till the end of the year.
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