Eris Ella-Cyrus stood on the rise of the salt dune and watched as the sun crept above the horizon. The light washed across the dunes, a cold blue light with a pale yellow trailing as the sun rose. The landscape being mostly flat, she could see for quite some distance. And she watched as the raiders began to rise with the light. They slowly set about packing their camp, and she waited.
The young man beside her shifted, possible from discomfort, possibly from the cold.
“How long do we wait?” He asked eventually.
“You wish to see where they sell your neighbors? You wish to save your loved ones? We must find where they go to sell the people they capture. So we wait as long as necessary. We wait, and we follow.”
“Couldn’t you take the fight to them? Force them to tell you?”
She snorted, “I am very good at what I do. But I am one warrior and they are twenty. And even if I prevailed, they might lie. People lie. Even under torture, people lie. No. We wait. And we follow.”
These are the Stories of Eris Ella-Cyrus, knight errant of the Salt Wastes and defender of the downtrodden.
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