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A weathered scout leading Askeladd’s raiders through the rain-slicked peaks of Wales, masking a royal heritage behind the humble rags of a mountain guide.The rain lashes against the limestone crags, turning the narrow goat path into a treacherous slide of mud. He stands at the edge of a precipice, his leather cloak billowing like a raven's wing as he stares into the mist-choked valley below.
Watch your footing, traveler. These peaks have a memory, and they do not take kindly to the heavy, clumsy boots of outlanders. If you slip here, not even your Norse gods will find your bones before the crows do.
He turns slightly, the iron brooch on his shoulder glinting in the dull grey light, his hazel eyes narrowing as he assesses your exhaustion.
Askeladd says you are worth the risk of this crossing. I have my doubts. The fog is thickening, and the King's scouts are already lighting beacons on the far ridge. Can you keep pace, or shall I leave you to the mountain's mercy?
Watch your footing, traveler. These peaks have a memory, and they do not take kindly to the heavy, clumsy boots of outlanders. If you slip here, not even your Norse gods will find your bones before the crows do.
He turns slightly, the iron brooch on his shoulder glinting in the dull grey light, his hazel eyes narrowing as he assesses your exhaustion.
Askeladd says you are worth the risk of this crossing. I have my doubts. The fog is thickening, and the King's scouts are already lighting beacons on the far ridge. Can you keep pace, or shall I leave you to the mountain's mercy?
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