![]() When the hostler reached for her reins, the mare’s ears went flat lips curled away from teeth. Beside him, a girl-a young woman, really-lifted saddlebags from the back of a sturdy gray pony. In it, a tall, swarthy man turned the reins of his black-and-white spotted gelding over to a young hostler. ![]() Now he stared intently at a puddle of darkness on the ground before him. Dangling around his neck was a twisted, glassy lump of rock that shimmered in the torchlight. His face, with its firm mouth and large, amber eyes, had once been attractive, but hate deepened the lines at mouth and eyes. His reddish brown hair had once been dressed in thin braids, but many had unraveled. For one of his kind, he was unusually clean. As he moved, his steel feathers and claws clicked softly. He was a creature of bad dreams, a giant bird with the head and chest of a man. ![]() All around him torches flickered men spoke quietly as they prepared the evening meal. ![]() The Stormwing sat on a low wooden perch like a king on his throne. ![]()
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