![]() ![]() The next thought-startling bump made the Ulfen notice another carriage a couple hundred feet further down the road that had gotten itself into some trouble. The large man leaned down and patted his horse’s neck to reassure the beast. His weathered melancholic expression and slumped posture were rudely disrupted with every large bump in the road that his mount tripped over. His armoured jacket barely concealed the raven tattoo peeking above his collar. The sun gleamed off of the gold rings adorning his beard, and the oath ring on his wrist. His purple-blue eyes were rare amongst his people, but they sat under narrowed lids that were lost in thought. He was tall, muscular, and brooding with long, rough, blonde hair and beard. Six miles north of Heldren, an Ulfen man – looking a little rough around the edges – sat atop his dark bay Clydesdale and guided it and the cart it pulled over the rutted roads that plagued Taldor.
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