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He lifted a hand to his face fingers and thumb on either temple as he pushed the dark hair back from his face. He sat on a crate dockside, eyes flitting about the goings on of the ship and people. The two weeks had been quiet pleasant in the company they kept. He has spent it talking, laughing, eati...

The horse bucked at the firm slap of hand on its flank before bolting forward with a lurch and thundering off. Ukar had gripped the reigns tightly with one hand, the other holding into a twist of the woman’s clothing and holding her in place. He rode them out and away in a large semi circle before s...

Ukar followed in with the main group riding quietly and with space around him. The looted gelding he now rode had been adequate but the castration of the animal had taken the fire from its spirit, it was placid mostly but at times twitchy to movement alongside. This was simply an animal to ride not ...