[ Hey, I'm just jumping in here.. Let me know if that's okay. I don't know how often I can post but I still liked to post..
]Suddenly, from the dark woods a black mare emerged and trotted into the camp, before finally coming to a halt. First it seemed that its rider was dead, but then the man stirred and almost fell from the saddle, but he regained his balance in time and managed to slide off the horse. His face was pale and smeared with blood and the clothes he wore, a grey cloak and a dark tunic underneath it, were worn and old.
As he limped to the group of people near the fire, an ugly burn on his right arm and thigh were visible.
"You must bring me to your Captain," he said out of breath, as he wavered on his feet. "I bring news from the frontier..rode for four days straight.. Our scouting party was attacked, they knew our exact position. No one else survived. Commander Sylus is dead.."
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