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“The penalty for stealing is death.”
The person at the other end of the sword was an intimidating sight and reminded me of Domori. He wore a red cuirass made of steel, with leather plates that hung from the front that offered protection to his lower body and upper legs. Large rectangular leather plates adorned his shoulders, and his thigh guards were made of cloth and leather plates of varying sizes, each one connected to the other with small chains that had been sewn into the cloth. His helmet had a dozen or more iron plates riveted together which included a lacquered metal face mask painted black and red with the twisted visage of a fearsome creature.
“We’re not stealing,” Maren called out, holding her hands up in the air. “We’re riders from Osnen.”
I noticed the man with the sword
