The Deadlands.
Narg leaned on Bloodletter and tried to get his breath back. “Thank-you, that was a close thing,” he turned to his benefactor and stared. She was wearing a mask, though that was pretty much all that covered her modesty, most of the rest consisting of leopard skins draped strategically around her body. She did wear some amour, shining metal that covered her breasts, shoulders and lower arms. Long blond hair flowed down her back and dark eyes peered out intelligently at Narg, who stood with his mouth open. “Hail warriors,” she said, sheathing her sword alongside another two at her waist, and resting on her shield. A small ugly creature with large ears scuttled along the ground and climbed onto her shoulder, like some horribly deformed monkey. ”Hail yourself,” said Shogun in a friendly
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