Chapter four
Feathers of FynWell, Geya. What is it this time?
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After a weary week of walking, Arkady came across a group of wandering horse traders on their way to Beaumarais. The Firaithi Kindreds called nowhere home — except their brightly decorated caravans. No-one, even among the very wise, knew from whence they originated, but their dark coloration set them apart from the rest of the residents of Yr. The Firaithi kept very much to themselves, spoke their own obscure tongue and never stayed in one place for very long. As a result, they were feared by the settled peoples and sometimes even persecuted. Nevertheless, their fine horses were a desirable commodity and Beaumarais opened its borders to them once a year for the trading fair.
When the Firaithi passed him on the road,
