Leaving the breach (Sunday sept 22)

Mechtofd

Artisan
Mar checks his bag one last time his home guard tabard tucked in the bottom and meagre supplies on top he secures it and mounts his horse "I hope we will get along well" he says softly before raising his hood to block the sun and urging his horse forward. The pain on his neck a constant reminder of his mission as mars eyes scan the forest
 
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