“Smart man.”
“Wise too. You two would get along.”
Like Marc the man rode straight in, pulling hard at the last minute to bring his horse to a stop. Any closer and he would have run the guard over.
The rider was young, pale and wide eyed. Whatever he was carrying must have been serious. The two men looked at one another and came to the same conclusion. It can only mean one thing…
“War,” they said in unison.
Disclaimer: This excerpt from Man of War is currently in development. There may be typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth.
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