@kievan_of_haloga:
The slender thief materialized from the smoke moments after the Hyperborean's dark master had vanished. To some the smoldering ruin of fire, dismal soot filled sky and screams would be a nightmare of terrors but to Aelia it was a dark cloak in a starless midnight.
<"I have the horses."> She said. <"This way."> She turned and led him down a twisting path through the fog and flame until they passed the smoldering embers of what was once the hall of a great chief, down a gloomy ravine of mud and ice and to a grove of pale trees, where their five stolen horses stood in the dim Cimmerian shadow.
She patted the side of his recovered warhorse. <"I trust we are even?"> Aelia asked before untying three sturdy Cimmerian roans and hopping onto the saddle of a chestnut Hyrkanian gelding.
<"I even managed to.. liberate.. some supplies."> Saddlebags, waxed and oiled for waterproofing until they were almost black hung across one of their sturdy Cimmerian remounts. <"Surely the survivors will have more than they can eat.">
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