The balmy winds due to the warm climes of Khan billowed through the air. Strands of Lea Drago’s silverspun hair escaped the braid falling down her back, whipping around her face as she spurred her mare on.
Dust rose in a plume around her as she cut through the dusty and arid geographical region of Khan, the desert the last place she wanted to be at the moment. The animal whinnied slightly as Lea spurred her on, her destination the encampment where Ambrosius and his men had settled for the evening.
A nomadic people by nature, the Khanasian forces were very rarely stationary, and this was one of those occasions where they were constantly on the move. But there was something else that was on the move, something that was cutting through their men and terrorizing their citizens. Something that couldn’t be simply dispatched by her lonesome, however much that grated on her nerves.
One of the sentries on perimeter duty noted the impending arrival of the lauded Lea Drago and sounded off, relaying the message down the line, the information no doubt making its way to the centralized location of Haffajee’s tent in the midst of the group of them.
One of the soldiers came forward as she gracefully dismounted, taking the reins of the horse and whispering softly to the majestic white animal. Like all those of Khan, he held horses in high esteem, and due to the ownership of this particular creature, she would be in the best of hands.
Grains of sand shifted around the soles of her black boots, the sun beaming down and warming the lightly tanned skin of the formidable warrior as she strode through their men as if she owned the world. Shoulders straight, and head held high. Direct eye contact was made with numerous soldiers, all whom gave her a respectful inclined nod.
Soft murmurs followed, as it was the first time many of them had seen the much spoken about Lea Drago in person. The woman chosen to take her father’s place, younger than any before. What was said about her never escaped her, but the respect that was paid towards her more than made up the difference.
The flap of Ambrosius’s tent was moved aside by one of the guards, allowing her unfettered entrance. The low conversational murmur being exchanged by the high level officers in the enclosed area died out.
In the center of the spacious tented area was a scarred wooden table, laid out upon it maps and other tokens. Standing behind it was none other than Ambrosius himself, a man who she had not laid eyes on since their last joined battle, a defeat that had struck them both sorely, one that they had not been prepared for.
But there was always another battle, and there was something else in the air, a new fight awaiting the two legends. “Clear the room, please.”
It was all that needed to be said, and all of those aside from Ambrosius cleared out as Lea approached the table. Laying her palms flat on it, she studiously took in the map and the positioning of the tokens on it, before glancing up in Ambrosius’s direction, a captivatingly mischievous look on her face.
Tucking an errant strand of platinum silver hair off of her face and back into the braid, Lea pulled a slip of paper from her black leather belt and laid it before him on the table. It was the sprawlingly scribbled requests for help from a village.
“Fourth village in a fortnight that’s been aggressively attacked by a creature. All accounts point towards it being a Griffin. They’re saying the size of several horses put together, or a small dragon. All of the defining physical traits. Seventeen dead, and it’s beginning to hunt children. There hasn’t been a sighting in eleven years, so this is relatively unprecedented. Care to join me on a hunt?”
Straightening her posture, Lea sauntered over towards the side of the tent, knowing that the tempting offer of a hunt would be as much to take his mind off of their recent defeat as it was for her. Approaching a sidetable, she poured herself a small glass of water and took a languid sip, awaiting Ambrosius’s response.
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