Wagon Duty~
Sethlyan Callan
The Borderlands
“We started out from the shore of Lake Jura, three fledgling Hawks with a Dawnguard scout, and the last Connor king Innis would ever know.”
A cold, clear dawn brings a stark clarity no other hour of the day can match. Skirting the borderlands with the King of Innis under his protection, no clarity was as stark as the miles he had left to cover.
Seth drew a frosty breath and with it a longing for the journey’s end. The steady trod of hooves, creak of wooden spokes, and clank of copper wares kept him awake, but the contents of his wagon kept him alert. He kept the peddler’s wagon to a modest pace, but only because the traitors crawling the countryside would take notice if they hurried too much.
A disguise of dirtied cheeks and homespun clothe
