Potatoes~
Lamochatee
Buchanwick
Dymoon, 4418
They pressed ahead at a steady gallop, weaving through longleaf pines. The dense pine straw muffled the hoofbeats as woodland gave way to swampland. The ye-ye-ye of Este warriors carried clearly enough, though.
Lamochatee reined his horse around and let the rangers finish the task without him. They were seasoned fighters, Estean and Rhynn, and their arrows and swords would cut down the retreating band of Laradian soldiers he had tracked in last night’s run and led them to this morning. He had yet to find the Mocama captives, but he never stopped looking.
Lamochatee killed when the killing was called for. He had killed more Laradians than he cared to count since becoming a spirit runner. He took no satisfaction from it, but he did what need
