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The glow of the sun on the horizon was all the real light there was on the road. The way to the tavern was easy to follow with the grasses and shrubs cleared to several leagues from the edge of the gravel road. Laun had been riding for an hour outside of the walls of the Capitol City, each moment making her just a little more tense.
The Charger under Laun was a good horse. He was not Thunder, but he followed the motions of Laun’s knees and hands without hesitation. She was nervous, watchful of the surrounding dark growing around her. It seemed to be clear, but if she was holding a meeting such as this, she would not have open roads unwatched.
The tavern was huge. It was several stories, larger on it’s base than the entire inn and greens of Markle and Marie’s place. There was a large separate structure for the stables, the sound of horses and dogs plain to hear. Laun directed the charger to the stables and had a flush of fear go through her.
Several large men were standing around the entrance to the stable. Laun could see glints of brass on some of them, their bells open for those to see who needed to. Laun moved the charger to one of the step-downs that was there, carefully keeping her dark green hooded cape around her as she dismounted the horse.
“Private gathering. Fuck off.” »Read More