It was raining that day.

  The Viander of the Thousand Hunts couldn’t help but admire the rge walls of the Iyr. The walls of the Iyr were less like walls and more like mountains. ‘What rge walls.' His eyes sed across the rge ine towards the vilge at the Front Iyr. He could feel the gazes of unseen figures all around him, but he ighem. The Iyr would dare not take a swing towards him.

  The small fence around the Front Iyr was so small, it was almost for show, f a boundary around the vilge proper and the rest of the fields all around. Hundreds of children made their way around, some gng his way, a few making their way over, before their elders shouted for them, and the children darted away.

  The Viander spotted a few Iyrmen with broags from the Adventurer's Guild, and he even spotted a figure with a steel tag, but he mostly ignored such tags. pared to him, a Grandmaster, they were more like ants than Experts. Though, there was another, a handsome Iyrman, a man who would no doubt bee a silver fox, with a chiselled jaw, his hair cut so short he wasn't able to gather the colour, and at his side he wielded a fil. It was the blueish silver tag around his chest which impressed the Viander, revealing his rank as a great warrior. Just like the Viahe Iyrman was more than likely a Grandmaster.

  'The Front Iyr Elder...'

  The Viander followed the Elder of the Front Iyr, who led him towards the side, to a small . There were other Iyrmen around, each wearing their savage furs. Some were det folk like him, but there were others, the wicked devilkin, who swarmed around the area.

  The boy stood firm and tall as he stared at the Viander, his stance wide, as he had been taught, his fists ched together beside him. A younger girl stood by his side, holding onto his shirt with a firm grip, the girl’s dark eyes staring up at the heavily armoured Viahe pair were under a small shelter at the front of the , keeping them dry from the rain.

  ‘…’ The Viander could feel mazes upon him, rather than just the gazes of the children.

  “If he wishes to e and speak with me, he may step inside,” called a tired voice.

  The Viaepped within the , noting how small it was, barely enough for the rge number of figures within, a half dozen figures about his age or older. A devilkin woman, two older human women, and two human men.

  The older devilkin woman, who held an unlit pipe in her p, eyed up the Viander obviously. He ignored her savage gre, bowing his head towards the other older women, one who wore a tattoo of blue and red, and another who wore a tattoo of blue, the same tattoo as the older man, that of a blue circle fnked by blue diamonds. His eyes fell to the older man in the er, who had aged from grief, his eyes dark and hollow. He held a tiny devilkin within an arm.

  “Are you the ohey once called Mad Dog?” the Viander asked.

  “You are a long way from home, Sir James Greatwood,” the Iyrman replied, his lips f a sly smirk, though his eyes remained dead.

  “I had heard rumours you died.”

  “Baktu has yet to cim me.”

  “Ret rumours suggest you headed east to Aswadasad…”

  Jarot’s eyes darkened. “I did.”

  “Did you sy Fryn?”

  Jarot’s eyes fshed with a vicioushe Viander hadn’t expected, but it disappeared after an instant. The old maly rubbed his thumb along the little boy’s leg. “There were many who slew Fryn alongside me.”

  “Did it cim your arm?” the Viander asked, noting how the robes fell alongside the Iyrman’s left.

  “My arm was lost during our jour.”

  ‘What honour is there iing a cripple?’ “As a Viander of the Order of the Thousand Hunts, I thank you for sying the vile creature in the east. You have made the nds a safer pce. I will leave you to your recovery.”

  “You may stay the night,” Elder Lykan said. “We will escort you in the m.”

  “I thank you for your hospitality.”

  The boy and girl stared up at the Viander as he left.

  ‘Big,’ the boy thought, before looking to his grandfather. ‘…’

  “Do you know who that man is?” a voice called.

  The boy twitched, his eyes snapping up towards his father, before the young man dropped to a knee and embraced his son into a hug which caused his son to melt.

  “That man is the Viander of the Order of the Thousand Hunts.”

  “Strong?” the boy asked.

  “Yes. He is very strong.”

  “Father is stronger?”

  “No, but it would not be easy for him to defeat me,” the Iyrman replied, brushing his son’s hair gently. “e, Jurot, I will make bread.”

  “Okay,” the boy replied, allowing his father to pick him up, ing his arms around his father’s neck, watg the Viaep away. He felt the rain drop onto his head as his father stepped into the .

  It was raining that day too.

  The rain began to fall as the group made their way out. The Grand ander watched them from the wall. He stared down at his hand, which shook ever so slightly, his head still pulsing. ‘Jurot…’

  Sir James Greatwood thought back to the time he had stepped into the Iyr, back when he had met with the Mad Dog. The old Iyrman had been a shell of his former self, a man barely worth raising his swainst.

  The Grand ander recalled what his Viander had told him after they had reunited ohe war had ended.

  ‘The Mad Dog…’ Sir Kris Huntsmaster had began. ‘He is as crazy as they say.’

  The rumours of what the Mad Dog had done had spread like wildfire, though few believed the words until they had been firmed by those who had returned.

  Of course he would take an arm from a Viander of the Order of the Bck Moon, it’s the Mad Dog.

  That Mad Dog.

  ‘Old and crippled, but you still posses such great strength?’ He ched his fist together. ‘Even so, the differeween you and I is that of a wolf and a tiger.’

  “The Iyrmen really are insane…” Vasera said, her lips f a wild grin as she rode her steed beside Adam. She had remained silent, si was a matter of the demons and not the children. “How are you almost as insane as them?”

  Adam chuckled. “You should have seen…” ‘Wait, wasn’t she there?’ Adam thought back to the Marshal of the East. ‘That feels like forever ago…’ “Ah, well, it is what it is.”

  “Do you think they’ll e?”

  “Definitely, since I’m involved.”

  ‘He’s insane,’ Cobra thought, her eyes glued to Adam from behind. ‘Insane!’ Her heart pounded within her chest. ‘He doesn’t seem to be after us, but…’

  Fred let out a long sigh. He could feel it. The emptiness at his side. The tingliion no longer filled his body. ‘Did he take it cause I didn’t want to fight the order?’ Fred gnced across the people all around him. The children around him were urs, those with evehan him. He could hear Remy and Jeremy outside, the pair sometimes inhaling sharply, letting out a “heave” or a “ho”, keeping their bodies warm and ready.

  ‘Warm and ready for… what? Are you going to be fighting the Grand ander?’ He thought to the warriors around the Grand ahey were at least Experts, just like Remy and Jeremy, but the difference was that Remy and Jeremy were porters, whereas they were trained warriuardians, with the ability to call for the divine magic of their oaths.

  Fred twitched, feeling a hand pat against his, before looking down tee. The boy let out a reassuring sigh, uanding what it felt like for someoo take something which beloo him.

  “Don’t worry,” Fred reassured. “I’ll protect you good, even without the magic sword.” ‘I wish the Captain had been at the other fort. Would have been o talk with him…’

  Jurot remained silent. His hand pulsed, havihe might of the Grand ander when they cshed. Though he was still able to fight, and was seemingly fighting the Grand ander evenly, he had spent all his effort in the fight, while the Grand ander had yet to use any of his Sed Gate spells reater.

  ‘Stronger…’ Jurot thought. ‘I o grow stronger.’

  Within the Iyr, ahought the same way.

  The older man inned down uhe pair of his greatchildren, who clutched at his shirt as they sucked their thumbs, sleeping peacefully.

  Meanwhile, the little red skinned baby scowled towards the trio.

  ‘How dare they show me an unsightly visage before I sleep!’

  The Mad Dog, tamed not by a dragon, but our adorable children.