Aya Satonaka

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pick up a hearty slave bounty, or use my Aya Satonaka gallery horn and just bring in the heads off the corpses. I had originally intended to be a knight, as I was one of those later sons of large noble houses. I had had disagreements of several kinds with my Aya Satonaka gallery sponsor, however, finally culminating in me being tossed out with all the necessary training, but no armor, weapons, or title. Mercenary work was the obvious career choice for me. It paid well, but I missed out on the perks of the nobility that I would have had were I dubbed knight. Merchants were the next step down the social ladder; they had money, money meant trade, trade meant caravans, and caravans meant bandits. That's where I came in. The weather had been horrible for the last two days. Solid, spattering, dark rain making it impossible to see even to the next hill. We were only three hours from Shastar, our final destination, when nightfall came. It was difficult to keep to the road in the sliver of moonlight, but the owner wanted desperately to press on and spend the evening in the city rather than miserable out here. I I heard a ragged howl arise in the distance, some canine baying at what little moon remained. I swivelled my Aya Satonaka gallery ears forward, catching the wolf's howl being half-cut-off and stifled, presumably by others near to that one. I tuned out the rain gradually, catching harsh whispers of orders of some kind, rasping sounds carrying through the rain to my Aya Satonaka gallery aerial equine ears. It was a wolf pack, most likely; lurking close to the city because of the weather but far enough away ...(cont.)
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