Langhund raised up and down in the saddle as Hrimfell, donned in armour of leather and chain with pouches and satchels upon his back along with his rider, trotted swiftly down the dirt path. A glimpse of light came to the hunter's eye, as he spotted a fire near a tree followed with tents falling into his view next. He rode forth, sending a hail as he called out. "Westhu!"
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Wyrm Hunt
