Three: The Seidr's ApprenticeYuri turned quickly facing a mysterious and unknown foe. The man before him rode atop a magnificent black steed with a long flowing mane. He pointed a lengthy and crooked wooden staff with strange markings directly at the face of the slave trader, keeping a firm and rigid arm.
“I shall say it again, flesh trader, release the boy! You would be wise to heed my warning.” The stranger was no longer asking for the boy to be released, he was outright threatening the t****l peddler. Perhaps an unwise decision as the slavers were well adapted to violence and rarely traveled in company that was not heavily armed.
“And just who in the hell do you think you are?” The horse trotted anxiously and pressed itself aggressively towards Yuri.
“A wanderer of sorts. But who I a
