Urthask, who has been up at the crack of dawn to fetch Arktos from Daviren Hosk's stables, reins up in front of the Rusty Dragon. His armor is newly polished, and the pennant flying from his lance point has been washed clean of the goblin blood that soiled it only yesterday.
Last night, as Urthask spent his watch patrolling the yard, his thoughts had turned again to his father and the Lost Riders. Whatever became of them? He had looked up at the stars: high in the night sky The Great Bear was upside down opposite The Sword. An ill omen.
Urthask strides into the inn and finds Malik and the sheriff already seated at the table.
"Good morning to you both. I trust there was no more trouble during the night, Sheriff Hemlock?"
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