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“In every person there is a bit of barbarian waiting to be unleashed. A moment when one must decide what one is willing to accept. Death, defeat, or allow one’s carnal rage to take control and consequences be damned.” —Skharr, DeathEater
A lone DeathEater has forsaken his clan.
Leaving behind his previous life, Skharr starts building a future next to a dangerous forest in an unknown land.
He tells himself it is better than taking gold for questionable reasons.
A lone old man traveling with a donkey offers him a choice: continue this farm life, or trade him Skharr’s just finished home and tilled land for a map.
A map that Skharr can use to live large for years . . . If he survives.
The old peddler watches him.
Realizing the intelligence, the polished actions of the huge man is but an act. A carefully orchestrated semblance of civility, and shudders.
Of all the Barbarian hordes, the rumor was to never, ever upset a DeathEater.
And he had come here to unleash this particular DeathEater back into the world.
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