Scribblings

Ten riders stood atop a hill, looking east.  On the horizon, smoke was rising from the small outpost they left three days earlier.  By now, the dragon hordes were hammering the walls of Shieldhead to rubble.  It would only be a matter of time before the outpost fell and the hordes started their way down the pass towards Asery and into the Empire of Talimos.  After a brief moment, the riders turned and headed northwest off the hill.