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Gorn pulled hard on the reins. Their horses snorted and clopped, shaking out manes before settling down. Well-conditioned war steeds, their flanks barely heaved. Five boys had left their birth village. In the midst of battle, three had escaped many a death. Harlots raised eyebrows at the gruesome scars beneath their tunics.

Steely eyes stared at the statue. Fortune's twists and Fate's turns had brought the only thing they had ever asked for: a chance.

Mertan did not turn his head. "So underneath all that, it's made of pure gold?" Gorn did not say much. And never more than needed.
"Yup."
"You didn't say anything about a dragon."
"I saw another one dip behind the mountain." Lotok added.
"You didn't say anything about two dragons either."
"We've faced worse."

For seven months they had battled their way up Cimmeria to reach the Northland. No one thought of turning back. The silence deepened. A piercing screech drifted across the river. Lotok shifted in his saddle causing the straps to groan. "Well. Let's get on with it then."

Description
Gorn pulled hard on the reins. Their horses snorted and clopped, shaking out manes before settling down. Well-conditioned war steeds, their flanks barely heaved. Five boys had left their birth village. In the midst of battle, three had escaped many a death. Harlots raised eyebrows at the gruesome scars beneath their tunics.

Steely eyes stared at the statue. Fortune's twists and Fate's turns had brought the only thing they had ever asked for: a chance.

Mertan did not turn his head. "So underneath all that, it's made of pure gold?" Gorn did not say much. And never more than needed.
"Yup."
"You didn't say anything about a dragon."
"I saw another one dip behind the mountain." Lotok added.
"You didn't say anything about two dragons either."
"We've faced worse."

For seven months they had battled their way up Cimmeria to reach the Northland. No one thought of turning back. The silence deepened. A piercing screech drifted across the river. Lotok shifted in his saddle causing the straps to groan. "Well. Let's get on with it then."