The world felt larger and more foreboding without a rider. His once beautiful red drape now stuck to his strong back, saturated in blood. The leather bridle loose, with no master to guide him. The enemy was crafty and remained hidden in the shadows until the final second. Before the mercenary made himself known, his steel struck from the darkness. Talso knew the bite of Snozle’s (Warrior #3359) blade, he had felt it before.

Shaking his mane, he drove the thought from his tired mind. He must warn the others, before it was too late.

Entered by: 0x8B98…9E3f and preserved on chain (see transaction)