Mockery

Old Vardasong had barely caught his breath when he heard a flurry of footsteps ahead. He looked up.

A group of burly men hurried anxiously toward him, each draped in a wolf pelt whose brown fur gleamed like metal in the sunlight. Everything about them, from the great axes in their hands to the spiked clubs on their shoulders, exuded an unrestrained savagery.

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